Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 92 Sister, You Wake Up

"Be honest with me. The investigation has been strict recently, so don't make an accident for me. If it is found out, it will be a mess. Hurry up and send someone over there." The short man of the co-pilot said.

"I've already contacted you. Don't worry, brother Hao. How many brothers have you sent over? When did something happen?"

"Brother Hao, this chick is really beautiful, can you make me feel good, brother? I promise not to make any noise."

"Are you afraid that there will be no women after you get the money?"

"It's not Brother Hao, this chick..."

"Shut up, dare to fix things for me, so that you can't eat and walk around. Drive faster, take the small road, and be careful."

Hands and feet were tied, and Song Rao, who was unconscious, was stuffed in the corner of the back seat. Their words were always close to her ears. She could hear their voices, but she couldn't open her eyes.

The car was interspersed on the small road, and the van bumped all the way.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped, and in front of it was an abandoned farm, with a strong stench coming from it.

Several people guarding outside the farm saw the car, walked up to it, and after a brief negotiation with the short man, went in to call for someone.

Song Rao was resisted from the car.

After a while, a man who seemed to be the leader came out. He pinched Song Rao's face and looked at it, showing a satisfied smile: "Okay, I got such a good product."

"We have agreed that this will cost 50 yuan anyway." Brother Hao, a short man, stretched out a slap.

The leading man squinted his eyes: "50? You really know how to speak like a lion. It was 30 before."

"Don't think I don't understand, the money you earned before was all from here." The short man patted the kidney on his waist: "This one, you definitely can't spoil it like that."

"It's such a beauty, it's a pity to dig it up, and sell it in Southeast Asia... OK, 50 is 50."

The leading man readily took out a box full of cash and handed it to the short man and his group. The short man left Song Rao behind and got into the van, and the group drove away.

"Damn it's so beautiful, it's a pity. If I knew I was going to sell it in Southeast Asia, I might as well have enjoyed it first." The people in the car couldn't forget Song Rao's beauty.

"Brother Hao, we have worked so hard to take such a big risk, and it costs around [-] yuan each, why don't we do it ourselves."

"Do it yourself? Do you have the background and ability? Do you have a purchase channel? Do you dare to dig if I give you a knife?"

"Go back and deal with that chick's car."

The van disappeared into the distance.

The leading man looked at Song Rao who was unconscious with his hands and feet bound on the ground, and asked his subordinates to fight him in.

A dilapidated low room with a dim orange light from a broken light bulb with a thick layer of dust on the top of the head.

Song Rao fell into the dry straw, with low sobbing sounds in her ears, she frowned and slowly opened her eyes, her brain was heavy with dizziness, and she saw the dilapidated environment.

"Sister, are you awake?" A soft female voice sounded nearby, and Song Rao looked hard.

The girl huddled in a ball and huddled in the corner of the wall, and carefully reached out to help her. After days of torture and hunger, she struggled a lot to help Song Rao who was tied up.

Song Rao looked around and saw a dozen girls in a small room, one by one curled up into a ball crying softly.

The clothes on them were torn to pieces by brute force, and some of them didn't even wear trousers.

Just by looking at them, you can see how they were treated.

This made Song Rao startled.

The girls all have delicate features, especially the girl who helped her untie the rope, so beautiful that I felt pity for it.

But from the marks on her neck and arms, it is conceivable that she could not escape the claws of those people.

(End of this chapter)