The weather turned gloomy, large raindrops relentlessly pounded the ground.
Mu Yichen's car stopped by the roadside; not far away, three men surrounded a woman, who, coincidentally, was his temporary secretary, Yang Qin.
There wasn't really any effective weapon inside the car, but he recalled there was an umbrella inside, perhaps he could use it to shield himself a bit.
"Don't come any closer!"
Yang Qin held a small dagger in her hand, one meant for self-defense, but against these three towering men, her little dagger seemed utterly useless.
Yet, she had to endure; only by keeping calm in danger could she have a tiny chance.
"Cut the crap! Get in the car!"
The men absolutely disregarded the item she held; one moved forward to grab her, distracting her, while another, from her other side, directly seized her, swiftly snatching away her dagger, then coldly glanced at the car, prompting the other two to carry her inside.
