You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che walked quickly to the side door of the warehouse and tried to see what was going on inside through the half-open door.

When he saw what was inside, he was completely stunned.

There were indeed people in the warehouse, but the scene was completely different from what he had expected.

First, there were two thugs. One of them was curled up on the ground, clutching his groin, emitting a pig-like scream. He was convulsing wildly on the spot as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

The other one was leaning against the corner of the wall, his face bruised and swollen, his head tilted to one side, his eyes unfocused. He looked like he had been hit more than once in a short period of time and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Zhao Wenyu himself had his hands tied behind his back and was securely bound to an iron pillar with cable ties.

With a wad of cloth torn from somewhere stuffed in his mouth, he made muffled whimpering noises, drool dripping down the edge of the cloth, looking utterly disheveled.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Zhao Wenyu and his group were the ones who were kidnapped.

But none of that is the point. The point is—

Su Qinghe is not here.

The warehouse was empty; apart from three subdued men and some scattered items on the ground, there was no one else in sight.

Jiang Che's first reaction wasn't shock at the absurd scene of three grown men being beaten to the ground, but rather—

Where has she gone?

He strode into the warehouse and kicked over a scrap metal barrel blocking the way. The barrel rolled away with a clatter, the sound echoing several times in the empty warehouse.

Jiang Che walked straight toward Zhao Wenyu, who was tied to an iron post.

He ripped the gag out of his mouth, grabbed his jawbone with his five fingers, and forcibly turned his head up, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

Where is she?

Ever since his falling out with Zhao Wenyu at the commendation ceremony, Jiang Che has never given him a kind look again.

Especially considering that Zhao Wenyu had recently kidnapped his girlfriend, it was already a sign of his good temper that he was able to refrain from slapping him a few times.

At this moment, Zhao Wenyu's expression was both terrified and incredulous, as if he had not yet recovered from what had just happened.

Faced with Jiang Che's questioning, he stammered, but what came out was completely devoid of any useful information—

"She...she's gone mad...she ran away...she—"

Jiang Che had no patience to listen to his nonsense. After slapping him more than a dozen times, he let go and then turned around and quickly searched the warehouse.

He soon found some severed cable ties on the ground in a corner of the warehouse.

The edges of the break were not neat, as if it had been repeatedly worn down by something rough.

There was also a piece of broken wire and a rusty utility knife next to it, which was probably taken from the tool shelf next to it.

The utility knife blade had sprung out a few centimeters, and there was a dark red mark on the blade, I don’t know if it was rust or blood.

Besides the chair, there was another chair lying not far away. Jiang Che walked over and examined it carefully, and found a protruding screw on one of the chair legs.

Jiang Che automatically pieced together these fragmented clues in his mind.

He probably knew what had happened.

……

Let's go back to forty minutes ago.

After a bumpy 20-minute ride, the bread cart finally came to a stop.

The moment the car door was opened, blinding sunlight flooded in, making Su Qinghe feel physically uncomfortable, and she subconsciously squinted.

She was then dragged out of the carriage by two thugs, one on each side, and then pushed and shoved into an abandoned tin warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse was several shades darker than the outside, and the air was filled with a musty smell of rust and dampness.

The ground was covered in dust and broken glass, indicating that the place had been abandoned for a long time.

In other words, it's almost impossible for passersby to walk through this area. If she wants to escape, she either needs to save herself or wait for Ah Che to find her.

But Zhao Wenyu just broke her phone, so it will be too difficult for A-Che to find her location in a short time.

So she had no choice but to save herself.

While observing her surroundings discreetly, searching for any favorable conditions that could be used to her advantage, Su Qinghe was half-pushed and half-shoved by two thugs into the depths of the warehouse, where she was then forced to sit down in a chair.

Zhao Wenyu slowly walked up to her and stopped, looking down at her with an undisguised sinister smile on his face.

He took out his phone, opened the camera, and pointed it at Su Qinghe.

Come on, smile.

Su Qinghe coldly turned her face away, unwilling to say a single word to the disgusting thing in front of her.

Zhao Wenyu flipped through the photos he had just taken, his smile widening with each look. "Not bad, not bad, this angle is great. Send it to your good boyfriend so you can see it together."

As he spoke, he typed and sent the photo and address together.

"Alright, just wait." Zhao Wenyu put his phone back in his pocket, then looked at Su Qinghe with a sinister smile. "Wait for your Young Master Jiang to come pick you up."

Su Qinghe remained silent.

From the moment she was arrested and put on the bus until now, she has hardly made a single extra sound.

Don't cry, don't scream, don't beg for mercy, don't struggle.

She simply lowered her head, her breathing shallow and light, so quiet that one almost forgot she was there.

Zhao Wenyu thought she was terrified.

The two thugs thought so too. One of them was so bored that he took out his phone and sat down to watch short videos.

But they were all wrong.

Su Qinghe's quietness was not due to fear.

During the month she spent wandering the streets, she learned one thing.

In truly dangerous moments, emotions are the most useless thing.

Being afraid is useless, crying is useless, the only thing that works is staying calm.

Observe calmly, judge calmly, and wait calmly for the right opportunity.

This was not an innate talent she possessed, but an instinct forged through the relentless blows of reality.

Even after being forced to sit down, Su Qinghe continued to scan the rest of the warehouse with her eyes without making a sound.

Although Zhao Wenyu had closed the entrance door after entering the warehouse, Su Qinghe keenly discovered another exit.

About twelve steps to her left rear was a half-open side door, which was clearly her only way out.

After confirming the escape route, Su Qinghe began to observe the positions of the three people.

Zhao Wenyu stood about two meters directly in front of her, with his back against an iron pillar.

The hoodlum scrolling through short videos sat on a pile of cardboard boxes to her right, about a step and a half away.

Another thug was leaning against the wall on the left, smoking, a little further away, about three steps away.

Besides these, Su Qinghe also noticed several tools hanging on the wall, which might also be helpful to her.

So now the most important thing is how to untie the zip ties on my hands.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, Su Qinghe groped around behind the chair, trying to find something that could help her break the cable ties.

As it turned out, I could actually feel a protruding screw on the right rear chair leg.