Just then, a scream came from the crowd, and a woman stood up suddenly and staggered forward. The man's attention was attracted, and the light of the desk lamp gathered on her face.

It was an oriental face, with tears and fear on it. The woman said in Japanese, maybe she was begging for mercy or cursing.

Ding Yiyi used the light of the desk lamp to see the woman's face and the lotus pattern on her neck. This is the Chinese girl she was looking for on TV. It turned out that she was also caught here.

The girl was dragged out, she cried and yelled, struggling hysterically, and her helpless eyes swept over the dozen women in front of her, hoping who could save her.

The man pinched the man's hand on her face again, and the laughter was disgusting. Ding Yiyi looked at the lotus on her neck, and suddenly felt that the lotus turned into bloody eyes, and then slowly transformed into black and white, and finally withered.

When Ding Yiyi was about to stand up to save the girl, Zhao Tao quickly dragged her, covered her mouth tightly with her hands, and pressed her head with the other hand desperately to prevent her from speaking.

The two men simply focused on the trembling beautiful woman in their hands. They pushed the woman and asked her to climb up the ladder first. After a while, the thick lid was closed again and the room fell into Hunan again.

Zhao Tao let go of her hand. In the darkness, she felt the wetness in her palm. It was Ding Yiyi's tears, very sad and very hot.

"We can't save her. They have been like this. Some girls have come back, while others have not come back." As if thinking of something bad, her stiff body began to shake violently, and then she refused to speak again.

Ding Yiyi stood up and walked to Elige, her fist tightly, and she roared: "It's you, I saw you push the girl, so she staggered and fell forward and was caught."

"What are you talking about?" Eliger stood up, and the burly figure of the Eastern European woman was fully displayed on her. "Oriental woman, I have been disliked for you for a long time."

She pushed Ding Yiyi and was arrogant, "Apologize for your words just now, no, kneel down and apologize."

The crowd was quiet. The women had just experienced a catastrophe of life and death. They were desperately in the dim corner like mice. Zhang Da’s own mung bean-like eyes looked cautiously at everything that happened in front of them.

Ding Yiyi looked up at the woman who was one head taller than her and much stronger than herself, "It was you, you killed that girl,"

A terrifying look appeared on Elige's face, and she grabbed Ding Yiyi's long hair and smashed it aside. Other women avoided it, and Zhao Tao seemed to have not yet recovered from the sadness and horror that had just happened. She just looked at everything in front of her with her eyes blankly, and opened her mouth again, but she didn't say anything.

Ding Yiyi's head slammed heavily on the wall, and the sound of the dull pen was shocked. The next second, she was pulled by someone and threw her hair next to the feces bucket.

"Go and have some shit and calm down, Oriental woman." Elig looked at Ding Yiyi who was falling on a pile of rags, smiled contemptuously, and turned around to leave.

Suddenly someone whispered in the crowd. She listened to the broken sound of the wood behind her slapping against the wall. Just as she was about to turn around, a cold sound rang behind her head, and followed by the slight pain of the broken wood tucking around her neck.

Ding Yiyi stood behind her, pursing her lips and feeling the cracked corners of her lips. Her eyes were calm, but there were several scratches on her face.
Chapter completed!