Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"Don't be afraid, Xiaohan, Mommy is just going to a very far place."

In the pitch-black corridor, a blinding white light shone from the end, blurring the mother's silhouette.

An Han stood there, watching the figure recede into the distance, her heart filled with anxiety. She reached out, wanting to grab her mother, but her hand missed.

"Mom! Wait for me!" she cried, tears blurring her vision.

She struggled to move forward, trying to keep up with her mother. However, her legs seemed bound by an invisible force, too heavy to lift. Each step felt like a struggle against an immense weight.

"Mom..." she called out with difficulty, her voice filled with despair and reluctance.

"Don't go..."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I miss you so much--"

However, the mother's figure continued to recede into the distance, eventually disappearing into the blinding white light.

An Han collapsed to her knees, burying her face in her hands and weeping bitterly. The pain in her heart was overwhelming... surging forth and engulfing her soul. She knew she had shattered like a piece of glass.

No matter how colorful it is, once it's broken into pieces, it can only be swept together with trash and useless items.

It turns out that even mothers can be wrong; life is not a fairy tale, but a bottomless abyss fraught with danger.

A jolt woke An Han, who was feeling dizzy and had a headache on the bus.

She kept her eyes slightly open, secretly observing the person in the driver's seat who had boldly "kidnapped" her not long ago.

He didn't seem to notice that she was awake; he was just focused on driving.

An Han tried hard to recall what happened at that time.

She vaguely remembered that the situation was chaotic at the time. Several agitated people tried to approach her with sharp weapons. Her bodyguards were scattered by the crowd. Then, in the flow of people, a pair of hands pulled her out of the scene of the crime and took An Han to a corner. Before she could see the person's face clearly, she was smothered unconscious.

"Mmm..." An Han moved her mouth, but only managed to let out a few broken sobs.

The sound was very soft, but it still alerted "him".

At this moment, the effects of the anesthetic were slowly wearing off, and An Han's consciousness was gradually becoming clearer.

She tried to struggle, trying to free herself from the restraints on her wrists, but her body remained incredibly heavy. Otherwise, this tattered plastic tether for pets wouldn't have been able to hold her in place.

He had also noticed that the anesthetic on An Han's body was gradually dissipating, so he found a secluded underground parking lot, parked the car, and then deftly flipped over the back seat and took out a medical anesthetic from a box he had prepared beforehand.

"Waaah..." An Han tried to call for help, but it was all in vain. Those old wounds from the past began to haunt her again.

He wasn't as tall as An Han had imagined. His black sportswear was even a bit loose, and he wore a sun hat and a thick scarf around his face, obscuring his features.

His movements were somewhat clumsy and slow, unlike someone who often did this kind of work.

This made An Han wonder if this was the first time "he" had done something like this.

When the two were in close proximity, An Han tried to take the opportunity to reach out and pull the scarf off "his" face, but the "kidnapper" was prepared. He grabbed An Han's arm with one hand and held a syringe in the other, so An Han could only watch helplessly as the needle slowly pierced her.

"Bastard... are you trying to kill me or rape me... show your face—"

An Han screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling as much as she could.

However, "he" did not respond to her cries, but coldly injected the anesthetic into her shoulder and then sent it throughout her body.

……

"Today, An Han, former CEO of Sunset Group, was attacked in front of the V Group building. Several men armed with weapons attempted to attack him but failed and were subsequently subdued and arrested on the spot. However, the chaos at the scene has resulted in An Han's whereabouts being unknown..."

Inside the workshop, the news anchor on the television was reading his script fluently, but the workshop owner was unusually not watching the television.

"Where is Miss? Have you found her?" Carl was extremely anxious. He hadn't expected that such a serious security problem would occur so soon after he had only been away from the company for half a day.

"Butler Karl, we're trying our best to search too... but now that the news has spread, the search is becoming extremely difficult..."

"Difficult? If anything happens to Miss, none of you can continue working!" Even the usually calm Carl couldn't help but get anxious. He abruptly hung up the phone and slumped into his chair in frustration.

After much deliberation, Carl promptly put on his coat, sat down in front of the computer with multiple hanging screens, and began searching through the surveillance footage from that time.

As Carl watched the blurry footage from the surveillance camera, his heart sank.

……

"Um-"

An Han felt someone lift her out of the car and place her on a soft surface. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of footsteps and a door opening.

I may have already arrived at "his" destination.

She maintained a basic level of composure, squinting as she observed her surroundings. But the room was too dark; she couldn't see anything clearly. She could only rely on her hearing to assess her surroundings.

Then, some subtle movements occurred, as if that person was making some preparations and had not gone far. An Han dared not make any rash moves.

She decided to pretend she wasn't fully awake yet and wait for her chance. At the same time, she began to grope around with her right hand, looking for anything she could use.

Just then, the person took another step forward, getting even closer to An Han, as if wanting to confirm whether she was fully awake.

His hand touched An Han's carotid artery, feeling her pulse to ensure the "hostage" was alright. Once he was certain everything was safe, he finally turned away with relief.

However, An Han, who had been waiting for her chance, immediately sensed this rare opportunity. She stared intently at the man's every move, noticing a gleaming pistol hanging from his waist. Although the effects of the anesthetic hadn't completely worn off, An Han, who usually focused on basic fitness and physical training, was still somewhat confident in her abilities.

This unfortunate fellow probably doesn't even know that he is the "fallen angel" who strikes fear into the hearts of many.

In a flash, An Han moved with lightning speed, her goal clear: to snatch the pistol from "his" waist. With astonishing speed and agility, she swiftly obtained the weapon that might save her life.

However, the moment she successfully seized the pistol, a sense of despair washed over her.

Because, despite her frequent handling of guns, the strange feel of the pistol immediately made her realize a cruel truth when she held it—the gun was fake.

"Damn it—" An Han cursed inwardly.

At the same time, the person also recovered from their shock.

Faced with such a desperate situation, An Han had no choice. She mustered all her strength and kicked forward with all her might, attempting to injure the enemy and buy herself a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, due to the lingering effects of the anesthetic, she lost her balance. In that moment, as if all her strength had been drained, An Han was unable to control her movements.

As a result, she fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

He was kicked hard in the chest, letting out a soft, coquettish groan. The incongruous sound startled An Han; she realized the kidnapper was actually a woman.

"So it's just a young girl?" Thinking this, An Han, already annoyed, instantly flew into a rage. She had initially held a sliver of respect for the kidnapper, but now that her disguise had been exposed, her anger erupted. She stood up and began punching and kicking the woman sprawled on the ground.

"Fine, who gave you the guts to kidnap me? You brat?!" An Han cursed as she vented her anger. Her fists and feet rained down on the woman, making her roll on the ground.

After she had finished beating the woman, An Han, panting heavily, calmed down for a while. She grabbed the woman by the collar, pulled her up, and disdainfully ripped off the thick scarf covering her face, wanting to see what kind of person could use such a despicable method.

"Waaaaah, I'm so sorry, Sister Anhan... It's me, the one who interviewed you the other day—" A voice trembled with tears, and then a familiar face appeared before her—it was Xiao Ke, whom she had seen in the interview room before. She was crying her eyes out, her face streaked with tears.

An Han looked at Xiao Ke, whose face was bruised and swollen, and wondered, "You are... that little follower who was with Zhao Lin?"

Xiao Ke nodded immediately upon hearing An Han's words, her eyes filled with grievance.

An Han realized she had hit the wrong person and felt a pang of guilt. She quickly and gently helped Xiao Ke up and sat her on the sofa. Looking at Xiao Ke's injured face, An Han felt a wave of self-reproach. She stroked Xiao Ke's cheek and asked, "Why? Why did you go to such lengths?"

"I really wanted to see you privately... but you were surrounded by bodyguards who thought I was a paparazzi trying to take pictures, so they chased me away... No matter what I said, it was no use, so... I acted impulsively today and kidnapped you in the chaos." The girl said pitifully, her voice trembling with tears. "The scene was too chaotic, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to explain myself clearly and that someone would find out... so I used some anesthetic—Waaah, Sister Anhan, I really didn't mean to!"

An Han looked at Xiao Ke, who was crying her eyes out, and felt a pang of heartache. She stroked Xiao Ke's messy hair and comforted her, "Don't be sad, I'm not blaming you. Now tell me, what happened?"

Xiao Ke sobbed as she recounted, "Sister Zhao Lin is in trouble. She told me privately via email the day before yesterday that she was being followed by a group of strange people. They even told her not to notify the police..." Halfway through her sentence, Xiao Ke immediately shook her head, seemingly denying something, "No, that's not right, she's being hunted down!"

"Pursued?" Hearing this chilling word, An Han immediately sensed the seriousness of the situation. Her eyes widened, and she asked incredulously, "This is no joke."

Xiao Ke nodded vigorously: "I don't know the specific reason, but she said those people are very scary, and they seem to be organized. Moreover, they have been following her. She doesn't dare to go back to Shenzhen rashly right now and wants to deal with them in the suburbs. She told me not to tell the others in the company, but I'm really worried, so I thought of asking you for help."

“Zhou Xuan? Is that what she told you?” An Han frowned, recalling Zhao Lin’s stubborn personality.

“Yes,” Xiao Ke said.

An Han sighed, feeling very helpless: "I don't believe that someone with her personality wouldn't make enemies, and besides, I really don't like her."

What is that crazy reporter up to now? Not satisfied with exposing the dark side of Sunset, he actually went and provoked some people he can't afford to mess with?

However, when An Han recalled the past between Zhao Lin and Peng Fei, she became agitated. Although she didn't want to blame anyone, she simply couldn't bear to see Peng Fei still hung up on his ex-girlfriend…

“Send me her phone number. I want to find out for myself what happened.” An Han said firmly, hands on her hips. “If she insists on interfering in things that are not her responsibility, there’s nothing I can do.”