"Thump, thump, thump."
It sounded like a drum, or perhaps something striking against a wall. As Cheng Zanxin regained a sliver of consciousness, he felt his throat and nostrils filled with a pungent, acrid stench. He couldn't name the odor, but it was so foul that it made him want to retch.
He felt hazily as if he were bound by something. The thumping sound would stop for a moment, then resume again shortly after. Who had kidnapped him? What were their intentions? What was that noise? It was so loud, and the smell—it was absolutely unbearable.
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