Liu Jun's finger trembled as he put it under the kidnapper's nose. What his finger felt was cold and even after a long time, he could not feel a single breath. Liu Jun finally realized that the kidnapper who had been about to kill him was really dead.
However, what Liu Jun felt first was not joy, but fear. He looked at Ding Rong with a pale face, unable to speak properly. "A-Auntie Ding, he's dead. He is not breathing anymore. What should we do?"
Although Ding Rong was a woman, she was calmer than Liu Jun. However, she did not dare to look at the kidnapper anymore. She pulled Liu Jun to stand up and walked away from the corpse.
"We should be fine now. Those kidnappers won't be able to hurt us anymore…"
Probably because someone was accompanying him, Liu Jun gradually calmed down. As long as he didn't look at the kidnapper who had died a strange death, Liu Jun could maintain his composure.
