Huang Yanyan's POV:
The space around me was dimly lit by a single flickering light. The van was still moving, the faint hum of the engine vibrating through the floor beneath me. I could see the two men who had grabbed me sitting near the front, talking quietly to each other. They were ignoring me, probably thinking I was still unconscious.
Big mistake.
I took a deep breath, assessing the situation. My hands weren't tied, which meant they had underestimated me. Typical. I glanced around, noting the metal walls and lack of windows. The van was some kind of cargo transport—barebones, built for moving goods, not people. But that didn't make it any less of a prison.
I had no idea where they were taking me, but it didn't matter. I wasn't going to sit here like a helpless damsel. That wasn't who I was. I had to act, and I had to act fast.
"Hey!" I barked, my voice rough but loud enough to get their attention.
