"Don't move!"
A man's threatening voice came from behind.
"Who sent you?"
Qiao Yun's youthful face was devoid of panic, her voice as calm as usual.
"You don't need to know."
The man was professional and did not answer her question.
A van stopped in front of Qiao Yun, and the man pushed her into the vehicle.
Qiao Yun was composed, her eyebrows knitting together slightly.
After getting in the van, her eyes were blindfolded. She couldn't see or hear anyone, but could feel at least three people inside.
Qiao Yun knew someone was tracking her and had deliberately isolated herself, but she had not expected they would dare to make a move in broad daylight, without fear of surveillance.
Qiao Yun was certain these were desperados.
The kind that feared nothing, not even death.
Zhou You saw Professor Qiao being taken away and asked with a grave expression, "Has everyone been arranged properly?"