Evening.
All the stores along the street had closed their doors, and Lei Fuhan was lowering the rolling shutters, ready to lock up and go home.
Two dark figures emerged from a corner, one in each hand, and directly stuffed Lei Fuhan into their armpits.
Pinned by armpits against armpits, the double dose of body odor intertwined, and with the extreme twisting of his neck, Lei Fuhan was about to pass out right there.
"What's your name?" asked a shadowy figure in a low voice, while gesturing with his hand, ushering more shadows to swiftly sneak into the rolling shutter.
The anxiousness in Lei Fuhan's heart began to subside.
If it were an ordinary person, being kidnapped in the middle of the night and then asked for their name, they would mostly feel anger and absurdity, even finding it somewhat laughable.