Chapter 72: I Don’t Need to Spell It Out, Do I?

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: I Don’t Need to Spell It Out, Do I? Jin Jumo didn’t know where this place was. The room was very empty, with nothing but the chair under her. Han Feng brought her meals three times a day, never saying a word to her. Except for almost impulsively striking her on the first day, he didn’t rough her up. Judging by the number of times he delivered meals, Jin Jumo guessed it had been about two days since she was brought here. "The ship sets sail at twelve, right?" "Alright, I’ll deliver the person to you soon." "I understand, I’ll be careful." The tightly closed door was opened from the outside, and Han Feng’s voice followed. Jin Jumo had an uneasy premonition and frowned at Han Feng. Han Feng was dressed in black, head to toe, even wearing a black cap, the brim almost completely obscuring his eyes. Seeing him like this, the ominous feeling grew even stronger. Han Feng stepped forward unceremoniously, untying the ropes binding Jin Jumo to the chair and her feet but leaving the thin cord tying her hands. "Han Feng, what are you doing?" Dragged by him with brute force, she couldn’t maintain her facade of composure anymore, her voice tense. "Relax, murder is illegal; I won’t kill you!" Han Feng said coldly. So in his eyes, kidnapping isn’t illegal? "Then where are you taking me?" "To a good place," Han Feng looked back, giving Jin Jumo a chilly smile. Jin Jumo felt a chill down her spine, "Han Feng, I’ve told you this has nothing to do with me, you..." "Shut up!" Han Feng spun around, glaring fiercely at Jin Jumo, "Say one more word, I can’t guarantee I won’t really kill you!" "..." Jin Jumo hadn’t expected Han Feng to bring her to... a dock! "Han Feng, why have you brought me here?" Jin Jumo’s expression was tense, a vague panic causing her heart to tremble uncontrollably. "I have nothing now - no future, no money. So..." Han Feng stared coldly at Jin Jumo, "I have to find a way to earn a living." What does he mean? Just as Jin Jumo was about to speak, footsteps could be heard approaching. "Mr. Liu?" Dressed in black like Han Feng, the man had his face tightly covered. Mr. Liu? Jin Jumo’s brow twitched lightly. "It’s me," Han Feng replied in a lowered voice. Han Feng is... Mr. Liu? The man glanced at Jin Jumo, exposing a set of white teeth in the dark night, beckoning Han Feng, "Follow me!" A secluded corner of the dock; it’s dark and quiet around. Aside from the flickering cigarette ends in Han Feng’s and the man’s hands, no one could be seen. "The person Mr. Liu brought is good, I’ll give you the highest price," the man said. "How much?" Han Feng asked gruffly. "Twenty thousand." "Twenty thousand?" Han Feng glanced at Jin Jumo beside him, smiling coolly, "Deal." "..." Jin Jumo felt as though a thousand mini horses were stampeding across her heart! So, Han Feng actually intends to sell her for money? He’s insane! "This past half-year, premium goods have been increasingly scarce, it’s rare to find such a high-quality piece," the man said, suddenly reaching out to touch Jin Jumo’s face. Jin Jumo felt so nauseated she almost vomited! "Not only looks but also incredible technique," Han Feng sneered with curled lips, his tone low. "Is that so? Then I’d like to give it a try," the man chuckled lewdly, edging closer to Jin Jumo. Jin Jumo’s breath quickened, and she kept retreating. But with the thin line binding her hands still in Han Feng’s grasp, she had no way to retreat. Han Feng squinted, abruptly grasping Jin Jumo’s wrist and flinging her forcefully towards the man. Instantly, a rancid sweat stench assailed her nostrils. A tickle in her throat, Jin Jumo couldn’t control her retching. "Ugh... let go, ugh..." Jin Jumo struggled but couldn’t withstand the disparity in strength between them; no matter how hard she tried, she remained trapped in the man’s embrace. "Be good, it’s still a long way to Vietnam. Make sure to please me properly so I can take better care of you along the way," the man sneered, his hands brutally kneading her waist. Vietnam? Jin Jumo’s heart sank irrepressibly. This madman Han Feng actually plans to sell her as far away as Vietnam? Moreover, if she truly got sold to Vietnam, she’d likely never return in her lifetime. So ruthless! "Money..." As Han Feng began to speak, a beam of strong light suddenly shot out from one side of the dock. The man pressing Jin Jumo to the ground paused, turning to look at the beam of light, "Trouble." Han Feng’s expression tightened at the words, urgently asking the man, "Where’s the money?" The man turned, glaring harshly at Han Feng, "Did you lead them here?" "I was very careful coming here, and I didn’t notice anyone following me along the way," Han Feng showed anger on his face, "You don’t plan to renege, do you?" "Still thinking about money? Damn it, if I find out you led them here, I’ll have your skin peeled!" The man cursed violently and roughly dragged Jin Jumo quickly toward the sailboat docked at the shore. Han Feng hadn’t expected the man to be so reckless, standing frozen in shock, watching helplessly as he dragged Jin Jumo away. "Let go of me, let go... help, help..." Jin Jumo was genuinely panicked now, shouting loudly. "Shut up!" Panicking, the man reached out and covered Jin Jumo’s mouth. The foul sweat smell once again assaulted her nostrils. A flood of nausea surged forth, and Jin Jumo couldn’t hold back, retching violently. "Ugh..." The beam of light drew closer, the man breathed heavily, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, ignoring the sticky wetness on his hand. Grinding his teeth, he abruptly raised his hand to strike the back of Jin Jumo’s neck. "Ah..." Just as he lifted his hand, a sharp pain seared through his palm. The man cried out in agony, looking hurriedly to find a short knife embedded in his palm, blood oozing profusely. "Ah, ah..." terrified, he released Jin Jumo, clutching his hand, large beads of sweat pouring from his forehead. Once free, Jin Jumo didn’t spare a glance at the man and ran. But she’d only run a few steps before her collar was abruptly grabbed from behind. Jin Jumo gasped and viciously kicked backward at the person behind her. "Ungh..." Han Feng groaned, his face twisting as he slapped Jin Jumo hard. Jin Jumo’s face swelled instantly. Now really was no time for pain. She was desperate, kicking again. This time, she didn’t hold back, kicking Han Feng harshly in the groin. "Ah..." Han Feng writhed in pain, his face contorting, releasing her, clutching his lower half, collapsing to the ground. Jin Jumo wished to kick him again. This guy was insane! But she didn’t waste time and ran. "Stop!" A commanding male voice reverberated from behind. Stop? It’d be crazy if she stopped! Jin Jumo only wished she could run faster, not stopping! "Little Mo!" The familiar indifferent tone, the familiar nickname. Jin Jumo’s legs suddenly weakened, nearly collapsing to the ground. Immediately, a strong arm encircled her waist from behind. The broad chest pressed against her back emitted constant warmth, causing Jin Jumo’s eyes to genuinely redden. Her lips parted slightly, Jin Jumo slowly turned her head. The man in her view, his solemn face tense, with brows drawn tightly over his nose, lips compressed, gazed at her with deep... tenderness.