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

Chapter 675: The No. 13 Was Different

Brother Jiang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out one at random. The man next to him quickly took out a lighter and ignited it for him.

“Leave it as it is.” Brother Jiang said coldly, his face cold with no trace of a smile. His face which was pulled long emitted some kind of cruelty.

“What happened to No. 13?” Suddenly he frowned and looked back at the car they drove here, from which women were being carried out one after another by his brothers.

“No. 13 is quite good-looking and was originally classified as Class A and also ready to be transported to Country S with the Team of Tigers and sold to the Wind and Fire Millionaire Club. She is worth at least over 2 million yuan. But No. 13 has been in poor health. She has vomited several times in the car, and she is seriously injured in the head. She can’t tell her name or the place she comes from, nor does she resist. Ai Lin thinks that No. 13 may become a fool, so she reclassifies No. 13 to Class C and brought her here along with the car.”

The man reported to him in great details. After that, Brother Jiang waved his hand again, motioning him to retreat.

Those women were loosened from the ropes on their feet and were shut in the adobe house one by one.

There were three rooms in the adobe house, each about 20 square meters, with a small iron window which was high up in the wall. Although the house was very shabby and smelled of soil, it was indeed very clean, which was actually cleaned recently. There was also water and some food in it.

In the first and the second room, there were four people each while there were five in the third room.

When they moved in, the men loosened the ropes that tied them and pulled out the cloth that was stuffed in their mouths. Instead of letting them free, they found chains, one end of which tied one of their feet and the other end was fixed to the roof beam. In this way, every woman was bound by chains in this house.

They were just like prisoners in dungeons in ancient times.

There are two men guarding each room, who would whip whoever resist and was disobedient.

Several women had been beaten up. Their clothes were damaged, baring fierce scars.

“Stay obedient. Now that you are here, you should listen to me. The rebels would die.” A man named Teng Hui wielded his whip fiercely on the door frame, his eyes as frightening as the poisonous snake.

Several women in the room were trembling with fear, especially a girl under 16 who even wetted her pants.

But there was one woman just sitting in the corner of the room. She held her knees, staring at the ground, not talking, not resisting, no expression on her face.

Several other women huddled together, crying and shouting constantly. Only her, since she was caught, had been in silence, eyes glassy, just like a log.

Her head was covered with gauze. It seemed that she had been injured recently and was treated urgently.

“No. 13, have your meal.”

An iron basin was rudely thrown in front of her by a man, in which there was a corn together with a roughly cooked pancake. That was all.

She looked at the plate, and for a long time, she did not reach out to get the food. It seemed that she did not feel hungry at all.

Seeing her not eating, Teng Hui took the corn directly from the plate and forced it into her mouth.

“Dead woman, you want to starve to death, don’t you? Do not even think about that. Let me get the money first.”

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