As Jiang Cheng heard it, so did Sun Aiguo and the driver up front.
The driver, Xiao Li, had already cut his seatbelt, ready to pounce and fight.
He was a retired comrade personally found by Shen Que, with solid skills, and wouldn't have retired if not for an injury.
"Hold on a second."
Jiang Cheng whispered, and after Xiao Li turned back to meet Jiang Cheng's reassuring gaze, he hid the small knife between his fingers.
"Get them out quickly!"
"I told you to use fewer spikes, don't cause any deaths!"
"Hurry up!"
There were lots of voices outside, and amid the ruckus, the car door was violently pried open, pulling out Jiang Cheng and the other two.
"Don't move! We don't want to hurt you, just follow commands, and we'll release you in a few days."
Jiang Cheng and his two companions sat on the ground, looking up.
Around them were seven or eight men with their faces covered in coarse cloth, three of them holding hunting rifles, the other four machetes.
