CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 287: WHAT KIND OF TRASH ARE THEY AFTER ALL

Sang Ning was jolted awake.

The driver executed a violent brake, causing Sang Ning’s body to lurch forward from inertia, wedging herself between the back and front seats of the car.

Groaning in pain, Sang Ning slowly climbed back up, rubbing her head. She stared at the driver with an annoyed expression and said, "If you can’t drive, maybe you should let someone else take over!"

"Sorry, sorry, my mistake." The driver turned his head back, apologizing profusely with an embarrassed look on his face.

Sang Ning shot him a disdainful look and snorted heavily through her nose, speechless.

His job was obviously to kidnap her, yet somehow, he was surprisingly polite.

Before the driver could get out of the car, someone from outside opened the door. The newcomer had a menacing face, his expression devoid of any friendliness. Without saying a word, he brandished a burlap sack and thrust it over Sang Ning’s head.

Here we go again!

At this point, Sang Ning was still playing along, until someone grabbed her and started dragging her out of the car like a dead weight.

Sang Ning couldn’t take it anymore. Even though her vision was shrouded in darkness, she instinctively lashed out with her feet.

A pained grunt followed, and Sang Ning knew her random kick had found its mark on some unlucky soul.

"Damn, you crazy woman, are you trying to make me sterile?!" Furious cursing was followed by sharp intakes of breath.

Judging from the wheezing noise, Sang Ning realized the man had been hurt badly. In an exaggerated, flippant tone, she mocked him, "Sor-ray~"

"Don’t hold me back, I’m going to kill her right now," yelled the unlucky man who wanted immediate revenge, but was restrained by others.

"Forget it, forget it, she’s just a little girl. No need to stoop to her level," someone tried to placate him.

Listening carefully, Sang Ning thought the voice sounded familiar—it was the driver from her car. Through the sack, she thanked him, "Driver dude, you’re surprisingly decent. Don’t worry, I’ll repay your kindness."

First letting her nap in peace, then standing up for her—this driver indeed seemed like a rare breed among the kidnappers.

"Miss, better keep quiet. I’m scared you’ll seek revenge on me later once you get inside. After all, I’m still an accomplice," the driver sighed heavily, sounding both resigned and burdened.

He used to be a law-abiding citizen, but now, he was utterly compromised.

With the sack still over her head, Sang Ning was roughly guided forward. They walked for several minutes when she finally heard the echo of footsteps around her, signaling they’d arrived somewhere spacious.

"Take the sack off this crazy woman’s head," someone ordered, and immediately, the sack was yanked off.

A beam of bright light hit Sang Ning’s eyes directly, forcing her pupils to shrink. She instinctively raised her bound hands to block the harsh glare.

Peering through the gaps between her fingers, Sang Ning saw she was now in an abandoned factory. The space was empty except for a dilapidated rolling door pulled halfway up. Standing before her were over a dozen men in black clothing, and the only light came from a powerful spotlight held by one of them.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk." Sang Ning couldn’t help but click her tongue in amusement. "You all are quite professional, huh? Changed out of your waiter uniforms and into kidnapper cosplay in no time."

The "kidnappers" she referred to: "..."

"We have an official job title, you know. We’re enforcers, not kidnappers," the driver clarified earnestly.

Sang Ning pursed her lips and shrugged. "Same difference."

"Mr. Qingyue is here! Get ready to show respect!"

Someone standing near the rolling door shouted, and the row of men in black parted down the middle, creating an aisle.

Following the beam of light, Sang Ning spotted Qingyue emerging from the shadows near the rolling door, his swagger exaggerated as he staggered forward.

Sang Ning immediately recognized his attempt at a villainous strut, but he was trying too hard. Every step looked like he was recovering from a stroke, with half his body paralyzed.

Her expression became one of utter indifference as she watched him approach, unimpressed.

"Mr. Qingyue, please take a seat," an obsequious lackey had already prepared a chair for him.

The act of fetching a chair wasn’t unusual—except the lackey brought over a goddamn fishing stool!!

Sang Ning desperately wished a strong gust of wind could blow through right now, just to encapsulate her chaotic mental state in that moment.

Qingyue finally stopped walking and made a point of standing up straight. He stared at Sang Ning coldly for a moment, taking her measure. Once he’d sufficiently basked in his own aura, he lowered himself onto the fishing stool.

Except—whether due to the lackey’s carelessness or the chair’s poor quality—the moment his butt met the seat, Qingyue’s entire body collapsed downward along with the stool.

Thud!

The sound of Qingyue’s intimate encounter with the floor echoed throughout.

Sang Ning couldn’t bear to watch. She turned her head away, grimacing. "Where’s Duan Wenhu? Why isn’t Duan Wenhu here?"

Humiliated in front of so many people, Qingyue’s mood turned foul and his face fell. Just as he was about to curse, Sang Ning threw out this line.

Hoping to save face, Qingyue pretended he was unaffected and slowly got up from the ground. Responding to her question, he sneered, "And who do you think you are? Do you actually deserve Sister Hui to come here in person?"

Sang Ning turned her gaze back to him, looking him up and down as though he were an idiot. In a merciless tone, she retorted, "With your level of intelligence, you’ve officially disqualified yourself as a villain. Isn’t Sister Hui worried, leaving her naive little idiot alone to deal with me?"

Her sarcastic jab instantly provoked Qingyue’s ire. "Sang Ning, you only have that sharp tongue left. I’ll soon see how hard you can keep pretending!"

Turning to his men, Qingyue barked, "What are you all waiting for? Get moving—strip her clothes off!"

After issuing the command, he refocused his gaze on Sang Ning, his eyes ice cold. "I can’t stand you, but consider yourself honored. I’m personally recording a video for you."

Of course Sang Ning knew exactly what kind of video he was referring to. Showing no fear, she rolled her eyes dramatically several times and spat back, "Wow, thank you so much for your services. You’re truly a degenerate!"

The two men Qingyue ordered to undress her approached Sang Ning hesitantly. They gave off the vibe of rookies who had never done anything bad in their lives. Their wide eyes glimmered with clueless stupidity, and after standing around her for a while, neither dared to make the first move.

"Miss Sang Ning, I’ve never taken off a woman’s clothes before. Could you help us out and do it yourself?"

"Same here, same here."

The two black-clad men spoke, one after the other.

Sang Ning: "..."

Are kidnappers these days really this well-mannered?

Qingyue, who had already opened his phone’s camera and aimed it at Sang Ning, faltered when he heard this. His hands trembled, nearly dropping his phone.

The people Duan Wenhu enlisted—just what kind of useless idiots did she find?