The kidnapper instantly pulled her blouse down her shoulder. The thin fabric of her summer dress ripped open with a clear sound. Ji Nuan's entire back was revealed; the remains of the fabric and the band of her bra barely protected her from their eyes.
Ji Nuan remained unmoving.
"She really fainted?" The kidnapper was drawn toward her tender, smooth skin and was about to touch her with his bloodstained hand.
At this moment, as the two let their guards down from the disappearance of the police cars, the black Ghost abruptly rammed toward the safety railings by the roadside. In that instant, the unmoving Ji Nuan abruptly opened her eyes. Before the two kidnappers could react, she reached up and grabbed their hair painfully, slamming their heads together.
"Ah! Fuck—"
