C14

Get up!" This guy spent quite a bit of money, so what's the use of boss using her! If you want your boss to know that you have a dirty heart, you have to make him old. Two must be cut! Hurry up and go! Cure that Vietnamese girl! F * ck! Not only did no buyer take a fancy to her, she even had to be fed everyday. How dare she keep on making a ruckus, see if I don't make her suffer! " "If she's crippled, my boss will send her to South Africa to mine the mines to get the capital back!" He slapped his partner hard, venting his dissatisfaction.

It was only 3: 30 in the morning. He had been in a good dream, but who knew that he would suddenly wake up? His mood was terrible.

"Don't worry!" I heard that my boss is going to send her out tomorrow. Although she's ugly, but I have to say that she's physically strong! Perhaps, she might even become a wager for the players! "

"So it's like that! Just wait till you faint with one punch, if it's too much, it might affect tomorrow's boss' plan! "

"Yes." Let's do it this way then! "

The two men went out, one after the other, and the heavy iron gate slammed.

Then he heard the door next door open, and outside of a series of ghostly wails and howls, everything went silent again.

When she was sure that the two men had left, she opened her eyes and sat up. She opened her mouth and exhaled. After a while, her breathing returned to normal.

From the words of those people, she had basically figured out what was going to happen to her next.

The first was to be bought by some men with special hobbies as a slave, and from then on live in a world of darkness without any freedom. A life without dignity.

The second was to be sold to South Africa to work as a laborer, and finally die of exhaustion in the mine.

The third reason was that if he fought on the arena, he would only end up dying!

She wanted to live. She wanted to seek justice from the people who had framed her. She wanted to wash away the shame of the day. She wanted to return to her parents. She wanted to hug them and tell them that she loved them.

She really regretted that she had never so easily expressed her love for them, never kissed them, never said aloud that she loved them.

Thinking about how her willfulness and her lack of understanding had caused everything to happen today, she truly felt very, very painful.

All the evil had been done, and what she needed to do now was to reverse her fate.

Of course, the first rule was that he must ensure that his life was not in danger.

After deciding on her future path, her heart calmed down.

He stood up, walked to the door and sat down by the wall. He held his knees as he waited for the arrival of dawn.

Early in the morning, the small stone house was illuminated by the morning light through the small window. The sound of messy but heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor.

She stood up and calmly stood in the doorway.

The door opened, and the muscular man with the golden chain on his hand was startled. He frowned and asked, "How long have you been awake?"

"I just woke up." "No," she answered quietly.

The muscular man glared at her. He didn't rush forward, but stood at the doorway and warned, "If you know what's good for you, don't resist. Otherwise, I'll knock you out with a punch!"

"My delicate body is weak, it's not necessary for me to not know when to retreat in the face of a big burly man like you." She smiled.

But after thirty hours, she felt as calm as if she had become someone else.

It seems that only in defeat can one grow. This saying is definitely true.

The man looked at her coldly from head to toe, and finally said, "At least you know what to do! Give me your hand! "

She stuck her hand out.

The man put a pair of handcuffs on her, then shoved her roughly. "Let's go!"

She stumbled out of the door just in time to see a tall Asian woman with dark skin coming out of the next room.

The girl's right eye was dark green, and the corner of her mouth was red and swollen. Obviously, it was because she accidentally caused trouble for this woman last night.

He looked at her guiltily and asked: "Are you alright?"

The woman coldly glanced at her and ignored her. She walked forward with large strides.

Seeing her frozen on the spot, the man behind her pushed her back forcefully and said unhappily, "You yourself have crossed the river in a muddleheaded manner, yet you're still in the mood to care about others?"

She did not say anything, but pursed her lips and followed behind the woman.

After walking for a very long time, he finally reached the ground and saw the sun after climbing nearly a hundred steps.

It turned out that she had spent the entire night in the dungeon last night.

As soon as they reached the ground, they were separated, one on the left, one on the right, one on the west.

The Vietnamese woman was escorted into a thick forest, and soon her figure was nowhere to be seen.

As for her, she was escorted through a beautiful garden before finally stopping at a white coloured building.

She looked up at the huge house with the carved figures of men and women on the porch, and was stunned.

"What are you doing here? "Hurry up and go!" the man snapped impatiently.

She walked up the high steps and through an arched doorway, where another girl in a black dress took over and led her down a corridor until she stopped at a door.

The girl opened the door with the key and let her in. Then, she waved the key in her hand, "Here you go. "Before I unlock the shackles, I wanted to tell you that I'm a third stage Taekwondo Black Belt, and it's only a blink of an eye to take care of someone, so I hope you don't act recklessly, I don't like your nose to be stained with blood on my skirt."

"Understood." Xia Xinyi smiled wryly as she stretched out her hand.

The girl stepped forward to explain. He unlocked the handcuffs, smiled, and patted her shoulder. You're the only woman I've seen in the three years I've been here who's not crying and knows what she's doing! To be honest, I really don't like beating people up, but they always make me angry and have to do something violent. "

She shrugged. "I just don't like being beaten up."

The girl smiled in satisfaction and pointed to the wardrobe, "There are clothes you want to wear today, and various scents in the bathroom. Now you have half an hour to clean yourself up! I'll come and get you in half an hour! "

She nodded speechlessly, knowing that she was about to be brought up on stage for the men with all sorts of weird hobbies to pick from.

She remembered watching an American drama called Spartacus, in which men and women were sold in the streets by slavers.

There was no trace of either man or woman inside.

In front of him, he was just a slave that anyone could buy or sell. The only difference was that they didn't take her away. Take it out and show it.

This was more humanistic, and she was quietly rejoicing.

"Half an hour!" The girl reminded him again.

"I know." She nodded and watched as the girl walked out the door. Then she walked over quietly and tried to twist it. As expected, he was unable to move the door handle after a twist.