Chapter 150: Tossed into the Sea to Feed the Sharks

Time rewinds to when Lu Yao was on the phone with Ye Zehong.

Standing to the side of the police station entrance, Lu Yao was busy talking to Ye Zehong and failed to notice two figures dressed in black, wearing black masks and caps, approaching her.

She was listening to Ye Zehong say he would arrive in a minute when, in the next second, an arm hooked around her neck from behind, and a towel soaked in anesthetic was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth.

The dose of anesthetic was heavy; within three seconds, she fell unconscious.

The men in black quickly hoisted her onto a van and carried her away.

The entire process took less than ten seconds.

...

When Lu Yao regained consciousness, she wanted to reach up and massage her temples due to the throbbing headache, only to find her hands and feet bound together.

Her vision was shrouded in darkness, leaving her unable to distinguish directions. However, the sound of crashing waves nearby warned her that she was currently near the damp, vast ocean.

Suddenly, the sound of men talking drifted in from beyond the darkness.

"Sang Biao, are you sure the woman inside is really that old man Ye's mistress?"

"The photo the employer gave us is of this woman; there is no way we grabbed the wrong person. Besides, even if we did, this woman is quite a beauty. We can have our fill before throwing her into the ocean to feed the sharks. No one will ever know."

"Hehehe, then I actually hope we did grab the wrong one. The authorities have been cracking down so hard lately, I haven't had any fun in a week."

"Take it easy. Women are everywhere. But the commission for this job is ten million—the payout is over ten times higher than those dirty jobs."

Ring, ring, ring~~

Their conversation was interrupted by a cell phone ringing.

Seeing that it was the employer calling, the man tapped his companion, cleared his throat, and answered: "Mr. Song, we have the person. When should we bring her over for the exchange?"

Mr. Song?

Lu Yao’s brows knitted slightly. She had assumed it was Ye Hua or Song Yanfei who had someone kidnap her, but she never imagined it was the head of the Song family.

If she remembered correctly, when Ye Zehong gave her the detailed information on Song Yanqing, it mentioned that the head of the Song family was named Song Shiwei. He had married his childhood sweetheart and cousin, and they had two children, though no sons.

Therefore, the "Mr. Song" the kidnappers spoke of was ninety-nine percent likely to be Song Shiwei.

Combining this with the kidnappers' mention of "Old Man Ye's mistress," it was clear: Song Shiwei had mistaken her for Ye Yingtang's mistress. He had kidnapped her to use as leverage against Ye Yingtang to achieve his own ends.

If the kidnappers and Song Shiwei realized she wasn't Ye Yingtang's mistress, wouldn't these heartless thugs simply throw her into the sea to feed the sharks?

She forced herself to remain calm, pondering how she might find an opportunity to escape.

"What? You're sure we should do that?"

"Alright, alright, I will follow your instructions!"

Sang Biao hung up the phone with a difficult expression on his face.

Seeing his sour look, his companion asked, "What’s with that long face? Don't tell me we really grabbed the wrong person?"

Sang Biao nodded grimly. "We did grab the wrong person. This little lady isn't the old man's mistress; she’s his son's woman!"

"Doesn't that mean..." The companion’s eyes lit up, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Don't get any crooked ideas. The employer warned us not to touch this woman, but rather to... throw her into the sea."

Every word fell clearly into Lu Yao’s ears.

Lu Yao’s face turned deathly pale, and her body began to tremble.

She struggled instinctively, but the more she moved, the tighter the ropes bit into her wrists and ankles.

Immediately after, the sound of an iron door being kicked open echoed in her ears.

A blinding light poured in through the doorway, falling directly onto Lu Yao.