"Finally awake." The man's voice seemed to float in the air. In the dim candlelight, Mo Jing could not see the other person clearly, but she could see that there seemed to be several figures.

Memories from before she lost consciousness flooded back. Why were these people grabbing her? She tried to move, but her hands were tied behind the chair.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Jing looked at the other party with her beautiful eyes without the slightest fear, and the fierce look in her eyes startled everyone.

The leader slowly stood up from the old chair, each step making a dull thud.

As Mo Jing got closer, she noticed that the man was bald, with a greasy scalp. His ordinary face, however, exuded an air of authority that befitted a boss.

The man placed a hand, usually stained with blood, on Mo Jing's jaw and chuckled, "She's quite pretty, but her personality is a bit too fiery; she needs some discipline."

Mo Jing struggled to free her hands from the bald man's grasp, the throbbing pain in her jaw making her unhappy.

She doesn't like strangers touching her, especially on her face; she hates it even more. "What do you want from me? If you want money, just say how much."

The bald man laughed out loud. His name was Zhao Jin, a notorious thug in T City who had committed numerous murders and other illegal acts. But he always managed to cover his tracks, leaving no one with any evidence against him, and the police couldn't do anything to him.

"Money? I don't lack it. What I lack is a beautiful wife. I just don't know if you'd be willing." Zhao Jin slowly touched Mo Jing's face with one hand and said with a lewd smile.

"Get your dog paws off me." Mo Jing really disliked people touching her face. When she saw Zhao Jin touch her face again, her cold eyes shot at Zhao Jin like a pair of small knives, startling him so much that he froze for a moment. Then he reacted with anger. A dignified gang leader was actually scared by a little girl. If people knew, they would laugh their heads off.

A sharp slap landed on Mo Jing's face.

Mo Jing frowned slightly. Why did these men always use slapping women to mask their inner fear? He remembered that the men who were kidnapped at the bank did the same thing.

"Speak, who ordered you? Since you don't want money, then you must have been ordered to seek revenge." Her tone was indifferent, almost cold, without any inflection, as if Zhao Jin hadn't hit her at all.

Zhao Jin was a little confused about this woman. She didn't cry or make a fuss in this situation. "What, trying to trick me into telling you something? Are you still thinking about the miniature camera in that necklace on your chest?" Zhao Jin took out a necklace from his pocket and handed it to Mo Jing.

Mo Jing's eyes darkened; they had actually discovered her. A look of annoyance flashed across her face.

Seeing Mo Jing's expression, Zhao Jin felt a little pleased. After all, she was just a young girl in her early twenties, and she had already lost her composure so quickly. It seemed he had overestimated her earlier.

"So what do you want now?" Mo Jing finally showed a hint of fear, but she still tried to remain calm and asked, "I just received five percent of the shares from the Su family, and someone came to kidnap me right away. It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it? How much money did that old bastard Su Yongkang give you? I'll give you double."

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