They drove for a long time. Qiao Yue was blindfolded with her limbs firmly bound. Trand still thought highly of her. If it weren't for the fact that it was too degrading to put a gunny sack on her, he would have put her in a gunny sack.
A moment later, Qiao Yue felt that she was being carried over someone's shoulder. The violent jolting made her feel that the stitches on her wound broke again.
After ten minutes or so, Qiao Yue's feet were finally on ground. Her blindfold was removed, and the light was so glaring that she was forced to close her eyes again.
When Qiao Yue's eyes finally adapted her surroundings, she started to look around.
They seemed to be in an abandoned warehouse. There were abandoned crates all over, layered thick with dust. Although Trand had spotted her, it was not difficult to see that he was caught off guard tonight.
