Yang Fan, who had only seen beautiful women on TV, thought the woman sleeping in front of him was very pretty for the first time.

In the factory filled with trash and old machines, the lighting was dim. Looking out from the window, there was complete darkness, not a single light visible.

Yang Fan, reeking of alcohol and with a severe headache, groggily opened his eyes, having no idea how long he had slept, and even less of an idea where this crappy place was.

His master, an old man, had sent him down the mountain to find his senior sister, giving him only a month's time. It was his first time down the mountain, so it was inevitable to feel a sense of freedom and liberation. He drank a bit too much in the small town he passed by, and then he didn't know what happened afterwards.

He hadn't expected the alcohol from down the mountain to be so potent; he lost consciousness after just a little.

The woman in front of him was asleep, her long hair covering half of her stunningly beautiful face, her body curves perfect to the golden ratio, making Yang Fan—a country bumpkin who had just come down the mountain and might blush upon seeing a woman—unable to help but stare a few more times.

Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her feet were equally bound with ropes. He really wanted to go and wake this strange woman but failed several attempts; such a dilapidated place seemed exactly like the hideouts of criminals shown on TV. Yang Fan couldn't help but worry that this woman was probably doomed, but as a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city with only a few hundred dollars on him, he hadn't offended anybody yet, so there wasn't much for him to worry about.

After waiting about half an hour, the woman finally woke up with an "ow," and rubbed the back of her head.

"Finally awake?" Yang Fan asked softly.

His words startled the woman like a bomb, and she sharply questioned the unfamiliar man not far from her, still in a commanding tone: "Who…who are you?"

"I mean, do we even need to ask that question? Being in such a place, we're obviously in a dangerous situation, both of us are unfortunate fellows," Yang Fan lamented with an elongated tone.

Seeing that Yang Fan's hands and feet were bound, the woman relaxed a bit, rubbed her legs, stood up, walked to the door, and pulled hard a few times. The well-locked door didn't budge. She then tried yelling a few times asking if anyone was there, but no one answered, only the sound of the wind howling outside.

"Save your energy," Yang Fan advised while sitting on the ground.

When all her efforts proved futile, this woman, a celebrated figure in the Xinghai City business arena and a goddess in the eyes of countless people, helplessly sat on the ground covered with weeds, completely forgetting her obsession with cleanliness.

She was kidnapped, and the outcome was clear; the criminals were definitely targeting the Ming Guang Group of the Murong Family, or some other unspeakable secret. Regardless of the specifics, Murong Yan was pessimistically imagining her fate.

She was powerless to escape, with only a young kid nearby, who was hardly reliable. Her mind was rapidly spinning, constantly thinking about what to do, completely ignoring Yang Fan beside her.

At this moment, Yang Fan could finally see the full appearance of the woman in front of him. Her beauty perfectly matched Yang Fan's imagination of a beautiful woman, even surpassing the level of beauty that could bring disaster.

Yang Fan had never understood phrases like "rage for a beauty" or "King You playing with the beacons for a woman," where an entire kingdom was sacrificed for one woman. But when he saw this woman, Yang Fan understood; if he really fell in love with the woman in front of him, he too might do anything for her, throwing all caution to the wind.

Thump, thump, thump!

Steady footsteps sounded outside; the entire room's lights turned on, and through the door gap, one could clearly see seven or eight strong men outside, all armed with machetes and guns.

"Shh, someone's coming!" Yang Fan whispered a reminder.

Murong Yan shuddered, looking desperately at Yang Fan.

"Pretend to be asleep, let's see how things go," Yang Fan quietly suggested.

Murong Yan understood and immediately laid back down in the pile of weeds, pretending to be asleep. The door opened, a man came in, shone a flashlight inside, and, finding no issues, locked the door. The two inside could clearly hear the sound of the key in the lock and the conversation of the people outside.

One person said, "Shan Ge, that kid still hasn't woken up, and Murong Yan is still sleeping; probably put too much drug, the effect hasn't worn off yet. Shan Ge, how should we deal with these two?" he asked.

Another burly voice answered, "That kid looks healthy and is quite young. Since he's just a drunkard we picked up on the road, it's easy money. Send him to the underground clinic tomorrow morning, sell both his kidneys, and all his other organs too, we'll easily make tens of thousands."

"This woman has a very special identity. We took this job to make money, of course. Mr. Ye called earlier, saying we should hang in there till tomorrow morning before making any further plans."

"Shan Ge, then... It's a pity to let such a beautiful woman go just like that," said the man sneakily.

Shan Ge cursed with a chuckle, "You know nothing. Mr. Ye has instructed us to prepare hoods, don't show our faces. Cameras, camcorders, get everything ready. Everyone will have a chance later, one by one, make sure the photos are clear. However, pay attention, no matter how you play, do not harm this woman, anything else goes."

"Shan Ge, wow, don't worry, we understand!"

"Ha ha, I'm going to strike it rich."

"Shan Ge, we can hardly wait..."

One after another, ghostly howls sounded outside the door. Yang Fan inside the room was still okay, but Murong Yan's body was already trembling. She heard clearly what was said outside, and without a miracle, she knew all too well her fate for today – to be violated by these scum and beasts, and have photos and videos taken to use as leverage against her…

Thinking about what might happen next was too dreadful to contemplate, she held her head with both hands, completely in despair.

"Are you... doing okay?" Yang Fan asked softly.

Suddenly, Murong Yan looked up, her deep and despairing eyes staring at Yang Fan. A full minute passed before Murong Yan returned to normal. "What is your name?"

"Yang... Yang Fan!" Those eyes gave Yang Fan goosebumps, causing him to pause while speaking.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, Murong Yan crawled towards Yang Fan, leaning in close, "Listen, I'd rather die than let these scum violate me. If that's the case, I'll give my first time to you."

"You're crazy!" This was Yang Fan's first reaction. Even though he said this, his heart was in shock, stirred by the stunningly beautiful face of the woman he had come across by chance, and by her words earlier. He from the mountains, had little contact with women and was completely bewildered.

"There's not much time. You seem to be a somewhat decent living person. It's better to give it to you than those scum. If you survive, find my parents and tell them I love them very much." By then, Murong Yan could no longer cry, her eyes, normally being able to cry buckets, now just stared at Yang Fan with bloodshot eyes, quickly sitting on his lap.

"Be... be calm..."

Before Yang Fan could finish, footsteps approached rapidly. Murong Yan slapped him suddenly, her lips desperate and bleeding. She shut her eyes for the last time, and when she opened them again as the key turned in the lock, she abruptly stood up, without any hesitation, and headbutted towards the opposite wall.

Before he could utter a curse, Yang Fan leapt up and grabbed Murong Yan's arm just before her head hit the wall, barely managing to stop her.

Think whoever can restrain him with handcuffs is dreaming; he hadn't attempted to escape right away solely because the outside situation was unclear and he didn't know these bandits well. They had firearms; a hurried attempt to escape would significantly lower their odds of success. He was still pondering how to rescue the woman when she, completely despairing, sought to end her life.

Quickly, he pulled Murong Yan close, covering her mouth, and placed her beside himself, lying down immediately, pretending both were still sleeping.

The door opened, and seven or eight men entered; the door slammed shut again. Some carried flashlights, some held cameras, and others held DV camcorders, ready to start, drooling over the woman on the floor as if blood and saliva itched to spill.

"Scram, I go first, you two, take this kid to another room," Shan Ge pushed away the eager man running in front, instructing others to act immediately.

Two men walked reluctantly towards Yang Fan, one grabbing his hands and the other his legs, just about to make their move, when suddenly they felt a heavy weight in their hands. Swiftly, a powerful force came, and both men who received a fierce punch to their faces were sent flying back, crashing into several others behind them.

With one strike, Yang Fan stood up. Shan Ge's eyes widened, "Kid, you woke up. Get him, guys, take him down."

His old man had said not to resort to violence lightly, but at this moment of life and death, Yang Fan had no such concerns left. Ready to fight, within a short two minutes, he had knocked the seven or eight men to the ground, moaning and unable to get up.

Not bothering with these scum, Yang Fan helped the nearly overwhelmed Murong Yan up, quickly left the room, locked the door with a key, grabbed the car keys from the table, and outside the abandoned factory found the car: "Can you drive?"

Murong Yan, still in shock from her previous despair, had not cried then, but tears came now in her excitement. A miracle had truly happened, she had survived and escaped the violation of these scum, how could she not be thrilled, she stuttered, "Yes."

Quickly getting in the car, Murong Yan started the engine and disappeared into the vast night.