The syringe hit Jiao Yang's back squarely, his back tensed, and then he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
"Jiao Yang!"
Mo Bei shouted his name indistinctly, struggling to try to help him. Unfortunately, the ropes hadn't been untied, she still hadn't regained her freedom. Due to her desperate efforts, the tape cut painful marks into her arms.
Luo Ke strode out, picked up Jiao Yang's unconscious body from the ground, and stuffed him into the car.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Mo Bei called out anxiously. Luo Ke turned his face around, giving her a smile, "Someone will come to save you, good luck, Miss Mo."
After saying this, he turned around, jumped off the car, and quickly left.
"Mmm..."
Mo Bei shouted and struggled forcefully, trying desperately to pull the tape wrapped around her wrists. The sharp edges of the tape cut deeply into her skin making it hurt terribly.
