Kapitel 137: Chapter 137

Author's POV:

At the restaurant in Wuhan, Yang Wei's head throbbed as he struggled to regain his bearings. His body felt heavy, and for a moment, everything was a blur—the dim lights of the street, the concerned voices of onlookers, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He blinked several times, trying to focus on his surroundings. One of the bystanders gently shook his shoulder.

"Are you okay, sir? Should we call an ambulance?" a young woman asked, her face etched with concern.

But as soon as Yang Wei's vision cleared and the fog lifted from his mind, the memories of the attack came rushing back—Yanyan. The black van. The men. He shot to his feet, panic flooding his system. "Yanyan!" he cried out, looking wildly around the street, but she was gone. They had taken her.