Chapter 325: Chapter 325

"Mr. Yan?" Wan Chu’er exclaimed in surprise.

She really hadn’t expected the other kidnapped person to be Yan Hui, and from Yan Hui’s words, it seemed he had witnessed her being kidnapped.

Could it be that Yan Hui was present when she was kidnapped? So, was Yan Hui involved because of her, both kidnapped by these people?

Wasn’t she their target? Why kidnap Yan Hui?

Wan Chu’er’s brain was rapidly processing, her normally calm thinking now thrown into disarray because of Yan Hui.

Hearing Wan Chu’er’s voice, Yan Hui immediately brightened up and hurriedly said, "Chuchu, it’s me, it’s me, don’t be afraid."

He had just woken up and, because his mind was still fuzzy, he hadn’t clarity heard Wan Chu’er’s voice, only aware that a woman’s voice was buzzing, and only now realized it was Wan Chu’er.

He instinctively wanted to comfort Wan Chu’er and reassure her.

No sooner had the two started speaking than they were both pressed down by a big man to have tape stuck over their mouths again.

Wan Chu’er struggled violently, "Why are you kidnapping us both, what exactly do you want? Money, power, or people? You... mmm... mmm..."

She collapsed to the ground once more, her mouth again sealed with tape.

Damn it! They better not fall into her hands!

Yan Hui was also roughly taped, and as he lay on the ground, he tried to move towards Wan Chu’er with all his strength, finally managing to touch her body with his foot, only to be kicked away the next second.

The kick landed right on his stomach, causing Yan Hui to curl up in pain, his face turning pale.

Beside him, Wan Chu’er heard the noise and couldn’t lay still; with her hands and feet bound and unable to see, all she could do was roll on the ground.

She rolled precisely to Yan Hui’s side, felt his slightly shaking body, and anger flared within her. Unfortunately, with her mouth sealed, she couldn’t express anything; she could only clutch Yan Hui’s calf with her bound hands as a sign of support and comfort.

She recognized one thing—these four people weren’t good folks but vicious kidnappers.

After a long while, Yan Hui finally recovered a bit. He felt a pair of soft, cold hands gripping his ankle, knowing it was Wan Chu’er’s, which slightly steadied him. He moved his foot to send Wan Chu’er a signal.

Wan Chu’er, feeling Yan Hui stabilize, breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly inspired, she gently tapped a few times on Yan Hui’s ankle.

She tried to convey with Morse code to Yan Hui: Don’t worry.

After she finished tapping, Yan Hui moved his foot, and although Wan Chu’er didn’t know if he understood, he definitely knew she was telling him not to worry.

Because they couldn’t see, they didn’t know if the kidnappers were watching their every move. Not wanting to look foolish, she did not move again but instead leaned closely back-to-back with Yan Hui, offering each other support.

The two remained quiet, not moving, each lost in their thoughts while they recuperated and gathered their strength.

Another half-hour passed. Wan Chu’er suddenly felt her feet loosen. Startled by the rope being cut, she moved instantly, quickly getting her feet to move more freely.

Then a rough force on her shoulder yanked her up and pushed her forward.

Wan Chu’er listened carefully and realized that these people were setting off again, wanting them to walk on their own. After understanding, she let herself fall to the ground following the push from the shoulder. She even rolled down the slope a few times, narrowly being grabbed by someone.

Then there was a moment of silence, probably those four people were discussing something again.

Wan Chu’er sneered in her heart, they either had to carry them on their backs like before, or they had to untie the ropes on their hands and the blindfold on their eyes. Otherwise, walking blindfolded in the mountains, she and Yan Hui would stumble every few steps.

She anxiously waited for the decision of the group, wondering what they would decide.

Soon, Wan Chu’er’s feet were bound again, her body was lifted, and she was carried on someone’s shoulders once more.

By the sense of touch, the person carrying her changed to someone with broader shoulders.

She wasn’t in a hurry, she hummed softly twice, signaling Yan Hui, then quietly allowed herself to be carried.

Two hours later, with heads down, they walked briskly. Wan Chu’er and Yan Hui were thrown onto the ground again. However strong these people were, Yan Hui weighed about 140 kilograms, and she weighed about 100 kilograms. Carrying them continuously for two hours was indeed impressive, but they were not made of iron.

After being tossed around three times, those people collapsed to the ground, too tired to get up and continue the journey.

Wan Chu’er couldn’t understand the kidnappers’ purpose. If their target was Old Sir Zhong, why bother dragging them around the mountains for so long.

She had no idea whether it was dark or light outside at the moment.

Wan Chu’er and Yan Hui’s gags were removed once again, and each of them was handed a bottle of water and a loaf of bread.

It was time to eat; it seemed to be evening, but she wasn’t sure if they would continue traveling throughout the night.

At four in the morning, when human functions are at their weakest and sleepiness is at its peak, the eyes behind Wan Chu’er’s black cloth suddenly opened. She pretended to roll over in her sleep, and after listening attentively for a minute, she quietly lifted the black cloth on her eyes slightly, just enough to see the stars above.

She slightly turned her head to get a clear view of the surroundings.

Yan Hui was lying next to her, his breathing indicating he was deep in sleep. They were positioned in the middle of three kidnappers forming a triangle around them. Two were lying down asleep, one was sitting asleep, and another a bit far away, sat higher up, slowly dozing off; he was probably on lookout duty.

The man in gray, who she had confronted before, was lying asleep on the side nearest to Yan Hui, with a large outdoor backpack beside him, likely full of their water and food.

None of the three men had firearms, but she knew they all had daggers and knives.

These four men had one thing in common: they were muscular and strong, their movements not weak, Wan Chu’er suspected they were well-trained.

After assessing the situation clearly, she did not act rashly. She pulled the black cloth down again, covering her eyes and fell asleep again.

Under these circumstances, she had a fifty percent chance of successfully escaping, but seeing that her and Yan Hui’s lives were not in immediate danger, the safest option for now was to stay with these people.

She wanted to see what exactly these people intended to do and who their ultimate target was.

The next day, they continued trekking through the mountains. By evening, they arrived at a cave and then settled down for rest.

Meanwhile, because Jiang Kechu had to stop frequently to look for traces, his speed wasn’t very fast. When Wan Chu’er and her group reached the cave, he and Chen Ke had only just tracked them to the mountain entrance.