Chapter 665 Be a Man
The guy responsible for closing the door shoved it hard, keeping Zachary from squeezing in.
Bright red blood seeped from where he was being crushed, gradually soaking through his clothes.
Given the situation, even if he could take on ten people at once, it wouldn't matter. Bribery was the only option left.
Winona glared at the door, frustration etched on her face. She was so close to grabbing the handle. "Zachary, let go!"
Blood dripped down the door frame from his hand. If this kept up, his hand would really be broken.
She didn't know if Zachary heard her because she passed out right after saying that.
The driver glanced back briefly and shouted irritably, "Damn it, just knock him out and drag him into the car."
They were all a bunch of desperados. Even if they hadn't heard of Zachary before, they had looked him up online when they got this job.
No one would dare mess with him unless they were truly desperate. They had planned to kidnap Winona while she was alone, but they were unlucky enough to run into Zachary.
But on second thought, it wasn't all bad.
Their task was just to kidnap someone; they didn't need to worry about what happened next. Their escape route was already planned. If they kidnapped Zachary too, it would buy them more time to get away. They didn't dare kill or seriously injure him; they didn't want to cause any deaths.
"Knock him out?" The guy in the back seat looked at the narrow gap in the door, feeling troubled. "Boss, how are we supposed to do that? Should I loosen the door a bit and stab him with a knife? I bet he won't be able to stand the pain and will pull his hand back."
He didn't dare open the door and confront Zachary directly.
Zachary heard their conversation clearly. Before the guy called 'Boss' could respond, he spoke up, "Do you have any sedatives? I'll do it myself."
The car fell into an eerie silence. Everyone stared at him in surprise until someone finally said, "Hey, the legendary Zachary, who’s as famous as the Grim Reaper, is actually a love bug."
Winona had been knocked out cold and woke up relatively early. The surroundings were pitch black, filled with the musty smell of dampness. It was unpleasant.
She had no idea where she was and couldn't see anything around her. She could only rely on her senses.
She was sitting on a chair, her hands tied behind her back, and her feet were bound too. She struggled, but the ropes were tight, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
Her head hurt, the spot where she was hit hurt, and her scalp hurt too.
"Damn it," Winona cursed. They had dared to pull her hair. If they damaged her hair follicles and she ended up bald, she would never forgive them.
"Zachary?"
There was an echo.
Before she passed out, Zachary had been clinging to the car door. She didn't know if he had let go as she asked or if he had been captured too.
She held her breath. The surroundings were silent, and no one responded to her.
Winona tried to stand, but since she was tied to the chair, she could only move her body in small steps. She didn't know where she was going; it was too dark, with no light at all.
But since they had only tied her up without harming her, it meant her life was still valuable.
She needed to get a sense of her surroundings before they realized she was awake. Even if she couldn't escape alone, she couldn't just sit and wait.
But after a few steps, she bumped into something and almost fell.
Winona turned around and touched the 'thing' she had bumped into. It felt like fabric. She poked it again; it was hard but had some give.
Was it a person? But in her current position, she could only touch a limited area. If she moved too much, she would lose her balance and fall.
So she could only guess, not confirm.
Even if it was just a guess, Winona panicked because she had only heard her own breathing since she woke up.
She sat down, took off her shoes, and used her feet to touch. Luckily, she was barefoot in high heels today, so her senses weren't affected.
What she touched was indeed fabric, a suit fabric. She moved her foot up and accidentally kicked a certain spot. Okay, it was a man, and quite a substantial one, but she couldn't be sure if it was Zachary.
Winona's foot moved up to the man's abdomen, feeling the gentle rise and fall. She sighed in relief.
He was still alive.
Whether it was Zachary or not, she needed to wake him up. He was tied up too, likely in the same situation as her. Two people figuring things out was better than one, and having someone else around would give her courage.
In this dark environment, tied up, she was terrified. She didn't know when those people would come in or what they would do.
Winona kicked the man. "Zachary?"
Afraid someone was guarding outside, she didn't dare speak loudly. But her whisper sounded eerie.
She didn't know how long she kicked him, but her leg felt like it was about to give out when the man finally moved. Then a hoarse voice said, "Stop kicking. My leg is going to be bruised."
He had just woken up, and his leg was throbbing with pain. The sedative's effects hadn't completely worn off, and his head was still foggy.
Winona's kicks had forced him awake. His thoughts should have been muddled for a while, but he felt pain before he could process anything else. It must have hurt a lot.
Hearing his familiar voice, Winona's eyes welled up, and tears started to fall uncontrollably. "How's your hand? Is it broken?"
"Don't cry," Zachary said, hearing the sobs in her voice. He was flustered, wanting to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but his hands were tied. He could only worry helplessly. "It doesn't hurt as much as your kicks."
Of course, it hurt, but he didn't want Winona to be upset, so he lied.
Winona stopped crying at his words.
It was pitch black around them, and Zachary couldn't see her expression. He thought he had comforted her, but Winona was actually feeling guilty. She had kicked him barefoot several times without waking him, so she had put on her high heels...
The shoes she wore today had particularly hard tips.
Winona said, "I told you to let go. How did you get caught too? If you hadn't been caught, you could have found someone to rescue me. Now we're both stuck here, and we don't know if anyone will come to save us."
Since Zachary had come prepared, he wouldn't have come alone. But in the emergency, he probably hadn't had time to notify anyone. She didn't know if his people were aware they had been kidnapped.
She looked around and asked hopefully, "Do you still have your phone?"
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