Ye Lingchen was excited. He knew he had been saved again, and as for why it was "again," those in the know understood. Days like these, reminiscent of Tang Seng, frequently abducted by all kinds of demons and spirits, had become routine for the proverbial foolish son of a landlord family.
Even when he was tied up like a crab on the ground, Ye Lingchen couldn't help but wonder how much he would go for this time. The money his father had spent over the years to buy back his freedom was enough for his old man to level up a hundred and eighty more alts.
Ye Lingchen often felt grateful. He really was his father's son, his father did love him. Despite his worthlessness, his father was still willing to ransom him.
Being kidnapped didn't scare him. After all, basically no one dared to kill him; over ninety percent of the people who captured him did so to make a few billion in spending money.
As soon as the gunfire started, Ye Lingchen wriggled like a maggot under a car.
