45. kidnapped

He didn't speak nor react to any of my questions. He just glanced at his hand and me. I knitted my brows at him. Can't he speak. Or can't he hear. There was any one of the matter with him. I again opened my mouth but before I could speak, he came exactly in front of me with the speed of lighting. His hand then came at my face, to knock me down with the chemical in the handkerchief. I quickly crouched down and the stood up, hitting him on his stomach with my head. The man fell back by the force. The handkerchief dropped from his hand. He held his stomach and bends forward with the pain.

"Are you stupid." I said, walking towards him.