The next second, Lin Qian had already quietly appeared on the second floor of the factory. Several burly men were sitting there, waiting nervously. After Lin Qian sent the text message, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no reply for a long time, which made them increasingly anxious.
The second-floor space was filled with an old, worn atmosphere. The dim, yellowish light flickered in the air, adding to the eerie ambiance of the room. Several burly men sat around a dilapidated table, their faces appearing particularly menacing in the lamplight.
The tall, thin man kept shaking his leg, oblivious to the fact that his cigarette had burned down to the end. "Boss, is this girl playing us? It's been so long, and there's still no sign of her?" His voice was filled with unease and anxiety.
"Boss, could it be a joke? Maybe we should..." Another skinny man's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Shut up!" Sitting in the corner, a man with a towering frame slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang, sending dust flying. "We only care about getting paid and doing our jobs, mind your own business!" His voice was rough and fierce, his eyes revealing a ruthless edge.
Scarface slapped Skinny Monkey on the head. "Young Master Su instructed that the man must be alive. If anything goes wrong, neither of us will be able to escape unscathed!" The scar on his face looked even more terrifying under the light.
The words had barely left his lips when a gust of cold wind blew through, causing the dilapidated window to creak, making the already tense atmosphere even more eerie. Scarface felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something icy was pressing against it. He stiffly turned his head, meeting a pair of cold, piercing eyes.
"Are you looking for me?" Lin Qian's voice was like a call from hell, devoid of any warmth. Her figure appeared and disappeared in the dim light, like a vengeful goddess emerging from the darkness.
"Who?!" the man in the tower cried out in terror, only to find his voice muffled, uttering only a muffled sob. He turned his head with difficulty and, in the faint moonlight streaming through the window, saw a slender figure standing behind them, a gleaming dagger in her hand. The cold light of the dagger made his heart race instantly.
"You...are you a human or a ghost?!" Scarface stared wide-eyed in terror, his voice trembling, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"What do you think?" Lin Qian's lips curled into a cold smile. She tightened her grip on the dagger, and Scarface immediately felt short of breath, his face turning red. He tried to struggle, but found that his body was bound by an invisible force, unable to move.
"Who...who are you? What do you want?!" another burly man asked, his voice trembling noticeably. His crotch was already wet and emitted a foul odor.
Lin Qian sneered, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, "You wicked people, today is your retribution!"
Having said that, Lin Qian moved with lightning speed, wielding her dagger. In just a few rounds, these burly men had no time to react and were knocked to the ground. Lin Qian didn't kill them; she knew that in this era of law and order, these people should be handed over to the police. She used her fists and feet to subdue them one by one, rendering them incapable of resistance.
Then, Lin Qian took out her phone and calmly called the police. "Hello, is this the police? I found several kidnappers at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. I have already subdued them. Please come and handle this as soon as possible."
After doing all this, Lin Qian didn't linger at all. She turned around and walked towards the basement. She was going to save her mother.
Having done all this, Lin Qian didn't linger. She took a deep breath, her eyes resolute, and turned to walk towards the basement. Her steps were quick and steady, her mind focused on only one thought: to rescue her mother as soon as possible.
The staircase leading to the basement was dark and damp, filled with a pungent musty smell. Lin Qian carefully descended the steps, gripping the dagger tightly in her hand, just in case any other dangers arose.
The basement lights were dim and flickering, creating a sinister and terrifying atmosphere. Lin Qian's gaze quickly swept across the room, and finally, she saw her mother, who was tied to a chair.
"Mom!" Lin Qian rushed over anxiously, her eyes filled with concern and heartache.
Lin's mother's hair was disheveled, and her face showed exhaustion and fear, but when she saw her daughter, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.
"Qianqian, are you alright?" Lin's mother asked, her voice trembling.
"Mom, I'm alright, I've come to save you!" Lin Qian quickly untied her mother's ropes, her movements gentle yet swift.
As she untied the ropes, Lin Qian noticed obvious ligature marks on her mother's wrists and ankles, and a surge of intense anger and heartache welled up within her.
"Mom, you've suffered so much." Lin Qian's voice was choked with emotion.
"As long as you're alright, I don't care what happens to me," Lin's mother comforted her daughter.
Lin Qian helped her mother to her feet and carefully examined her body to make sure that her mother had not suffered any more serious injuries.
"Let's get out of here right away," Lin Qian said.
Lin's mother nodded and, with Lin Qian's support, slowly walked towards the stairs.
Just then, Lin Qian heard a soft footstep. She stopped alertly, shielding her mother behind her, and gripped the dagger in her hand tightly once more.
"Who?" Lin Qian asked sharply.
However, only silence answered her. Lin Qian frowned, her vigilance remaining unwavering. She cautiously led her mother towards the exit, prepared to face any potential dangers.
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