Before dinner, Chen Cangyun returned to his modest home of over 200 square meters in a police car.
To him, today's experiences felt like a dream.
Though he had faced perilous moments before, this time, the duration was agonizingly long.
For nearly an entire day, Chen Cangyun had been engulfed in fear. Especially when he overheard the low discussions of his captors, he worried incessantly, fearing they would kill him or, like in TV shows, cut off a finger or an ear and send it to his family.
In fact, the criminals had indeed considered this, but they abandoned the idea due to the additional scrutiny that parcels face compared to documents.
However, the discussions among the kidnappers were always jovial and exuberant, fixated on their plans of where to cash the gold once they had it—until a troop of police descended like divine warriors...
