Chapter 777 Abducted

I had been through a few abductions in my life, so by now, I didn't get rattled anymore. When I woke up, my hands and feet were tied, and I was lying on the cold, hard ground. The stench of motor oil filled the air of what looked like an abandoned factory. It made me cough, and someone nearby clicked their tongue in irritation. "Well, I thought she'd be a looker. Turns out she's just skin and bones and not even that pretty. Hell, even her hair is fake." That was when I noticed my wig had been tossed aside. A tall, bulky man with a shaved head was standing over me, looking down with disdain. He had tattoos running up his arms, some of them in Pyrosian. They were full of curse words. I glanced up at him, my voice hoarse as I asked, "What do you want?" Nobody would abduct a frail person like me without a reason. It wasn't like I was worth much on my own. He seemed caught off guard by my calm question but quickly laughed. "She said you were sharp. I guess she wasn't lying.