Kidnapping.

Mo Bing looked at his report sheet with a grimacing expression. He was the only person with 63%, leaving him at the position.

It was far from being a bad mark, but still he was the one taking the last position. What bothered him the most was that bastard Mickey had bested him by a laughable margin.

'Damn it! Next semester I am going to make him feel hell.' Mo Bing cursed in his mind with his palm squeezing his report paper.

He tossed it into the rubbish bin beside him and folded his arms, leaning against the blue school walls.

Despite being the center of attention, everyone avoided him, instead gossiping in hushed tones as they crossed the main road in front of him.

"Look at more Bing! He must be furious about Mickey taking second place."

"Shh, that's not it. I saw his report paper, Mo Bing has taken the last position."

"What?!! He took Mickey's position!"

"Hey! Keep it down! What if he hears us!"

"Okay. I will keep it down!"

The student didn't keep his word.

"This means Mo Bing has become the next F-grader, don't let him hear it, though."

"Sigh, ugly people shouldn't frown like that, it makes then uglier."

Mo Bing's face couldn't help but contorted at that last statement…

"Come here and say it to my face, punk!"

The 10th grader who had said the last statement sprinted across the road, he was desperately trying to hide his face, and could only wish Mo Bing could forget about this incident during the next semester.

"Tsk, I have seen your face." The bald boy expressed his annoyance.

Thanks to Mickey getting him expelled once his authority at school had decreased. Being the young hero also made people loosen their mouth to him, speaking whatever they wanted.

'If someone hadn't messed with my car tires, I would be already at the club at the moment.'

He swore to find the coward who took his anger on his car instead of him, and peal his skin alive!

"Just when is that uber arriving! It's already half an hour!"

As soon as Mo Bing finished speaking, a black, boxy-shaped car emerged from his left, passing the metal school gates.

Its robust shape commanded attention, standing out among the surrounding cars.

The front bumper and grille guard gave it a regal appearance, as if it wore a crown, as it pulled up beside Mo Bing.

The circular headlights complemented the flared wheel arches, exuding a sense of rugged luxury.

This was the iconic Toyota Land Cruiser Prado!

The passenger sit door open making the phlox scent spread outside.

Moo Bing scoffed as he got in the luxurious car.

"You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago!"

The driver's indifferent golden eyes just reflected on the view mirror, and the door closed with a loud bam, as the car started moving.

The bald head was already in a dark mood, and he couldn't stand being ignored.

"Hey! I am talking to you! Do you know who my mother is?! I can make you lose your job this instant!"

"Do you even know who I am?"

The driver's voice was hoarse, robotic, and had a hint of coldness to it.

"..."

Moo Bing felt an unknown fear in the driver's words, but he quickly composed himself.

"An Uber driver! A fucking Uber driver! That is what you are!"

The driver's responded by pressing the gas pedal, increasing the car's speed to near its maximum.

Soon a car was up ahead of them, and the driver struggled to overtake it… he almost collided with it.

"What kind of driving is this?!" The bald boy exclaimed in a startled voice that was missed with fear.

"Stop the car and get me out this instant!"

The driver didn't respond and continued to press the gas pedal. The objects outside became increasingly blurred, and he even sped through a red traffic light, earning the vicious taunts of other drivers, but that seemed to be of no consequence to him.

Seeing that his request wasn't going to be taken care of, Mo Bing's face turned red with rage, and the veins on his bald head bulged, making him look like he was on the verge of exploding.

"You know what?! Fuck this! I am calling my mother!"

The young man pulled out his cell phone, but the driver swiftly snatched it from his hand and hurled it out the front window.

The phone shattered on impact with another vehicle.

Seeing this, Mo Bing's intimidating aura dissipated instantly, replaced by fear that coursed through every fiber of his being. His expression turned deathly pale.

'Don't tell me...'

The bald-headed man glanced over at the driver's side and was met with an odd sight: a black mask concealed the driver's face, revealing only a piercing pair of golden eyes - this was a kidnapper!

The memory of when Mo Bing first saw this car flashed in his mind.

'It didn't have any plates.'

Am I really being kidnapped!

His face contorted in fright as he clenched his head as the thought, "What do I do?!" rang in his mind over a million times.

His body was shivering like grass in a pond. He was seventeen and it was only right for him to panic in such a situation.

'Should I jump out of the car?!'

When he tried to put it into action, he was stopped by seat belts and he even hurt his head when he broke the window.

A crimson liquid remained on the jagged glass particles which slowly streamed down

Feeling the glass particles being stuck on his head another plan popped up in Mo Bing's mind and he quickly executed it.

"Help! Someone helps me! I am being kidnapped! I will pay you any amount you want!"

The golden eyes being reflected on the car's view mirror remained indifferent, as they watched the young rugby captain fall into despair.

Mo Bing's eyes finally saw the scenery around him and tears of fear came from them.

"When did we arrive at the forest...? Where are you taking me?"

The driver's cold voice echoed in Mo Bing's ears.

"There is a saying that you shouldn't do bad because to tomorrow it might be you, or someone close to you being done bad to."

"..."

Mo Bing remained silent, now convinced that the driver was someone he knew, yet couldn't quite place.

The driver continued.

"I for one beg to differ. If I am strong and don't have anyone close to me, who would dare do bad to me?"

Mo Bing was still confused by the whole situation he was in, and before he could ask to be spared... he found the driver's seat empty.

Bam—!

The car crushed against a giant tree, and its front was deformed.

Although, Mo Bing had a developed body… he still had the ability to feel pain, and naturally fainted from such an impact.

The driver who was lying on top of a mattress he arranged before hand chuckled in delight, before walking over to the broken car.

He didn't dare remove his disguise, as he carefully lifted Mo Bing's body out of the car, wearing gloves to prevent leaving any DNA evidence.

...he knew the police would quickly track him down if he left behind any traces.

"The first stage is complete."