The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Brother Jiang took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and took out one, and the men next to him quickly drew out a lighter to light him.

"That's it." Jiang Ge said coldly, his face was cold and he could not see a smile, and his broken face was a bit fierce.

"What's going on on the 13th?" He frowned suddenly and glanced back at the car they were driving over, where each woman was being carried out by his brother.

"No. 13 looks pretty good. It was originally classified as a class A product, and it is ready to be transferred to the S country with the Tigers and sold to the Fenghuo Club. At least 2 million can be sold. But No. 13 has been in poor health. She vomited several times in the car, and her head was seriously injured. She couldn't tell her name and where she came from, nor did she resist. Erin judged that No. 13 might become a fool, so she changed No. 13 to C. Class, shipped here by car. "

The man made a report in 151. After the report, Jiang Ge waved his hand again and motioned him to retreat.

The women were loosened from the ropes on their feet and then locked one by one into the clay house next to them.

There are three earthen houses, all of which are about 20 square meters. There is a small window that is very high. It is a iron window. Although the house is very old and full of dirt, it has been cleaned very recently, and it was recently cleaned. It also contains water and some food.

The first and second rooms are for four people, and the third room is for five people.

After living in, the men loosened the ropes that tied them, and the cloth strips in their mouths were pulled out, but instead of freeing them, they found a chain, and one end of the chain was buckled One of their feet was buckled on the beam at the other end, so that every woman was bound in the room by a chain.

Like prisoners in ancient dungeon.

"There are two men guarding each room. As long as the women resist and disobedient, the whip in their hands is like someone who took it away.

Several women have been beaten a lot, and their clothes have been smashed, revealing scars.

"Have me be honest. Now that you are here, give me your fate, and the rebels will die." A man named Tenghui waved his whip against the door frame fiercely, and his eyes were like the poisonous snake. People are afraid.

Several women in the room were frightened, especially a girl who was less than 16 years old and had scared her pants.

But there was a woman who was just sitting in the corner of the room. She was holding her knees, her eyes were staring at the ground, she didn't talk, she didn't resist, she didn't even have an expression.

Several other women were all in groups, crying and crying. Only her eyes were dull from the moment she was caught to now, she said nothing, like a vegetable.

With gauze tied to her head, she seemed to have suffered a head injury not long ago and was treated urgently.

"Thirteen, eat."

An iron basin was rudely thrown in front of her by a man. On the plate was a piece of corn, a cake that looked very rough, and nothing more.

She looked at the plate, and for a long time did not reach out to get the contents, and she did not seem to feel hungry.

When Teng Hui saw that she didn't eat, she picked up the corn directly from the plate and forced it into her mouth.

"Dead woman, do you want to starve to death, don't even think about it. Let Lao Tzu get the money first."