Chapter 675: No. 13 Is Different

Brother Jiang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out a cigarette. His subordinates beside him quickly took out their lighters and lit it for him.

"That's it." Brother Jiang said coldly, his face was cold and gloomy, and there was no trace of smile. His drooping face was even more fierce.

"What's the matter with No. 13?" He suddenly frowned and looked back at the car they drove over, where women were being carried out one by one by his brothers.

"No. 13 looks pretty good. She was originally judged as a Class A product and was also prepared to be transported to Country S with the Tigers and sold to the Fenghuo Rich Club. It can be sold for at least 2 million. But No. 13 has been in poor health. She vomited several times in the car, and she was seriously injured in the head. She couldn't tell her name or where she came from, and she didn't resist. Irene judged that No. 13 might become a fool, so she changed No. 13 to Class C and transported it here with the car."

The man reported everything in detail. After the report, Brother Jiang waved his hand again, signaling him to retreat.

The women were untied from their feet and locked up in the mud houses next door.

There were three mud houses, each about 20 square meters, with a small window that was high and iron. Although the house was very old and smelled of dirt, it was cleaned very cleanly and had been cleaned recently. There was also water and some food inside.

The first and second rooms were for four people, and the third room was for five people.

After moving in, the men loosened the ropes that bound them and pulled out the cloth strips stuffed in their mouths, but they did not let them go free. Instead, they found iron chains, one end of which was buckled on one of their feet, and the other end was buckled on the beams. In this way, every woman was chained in this room.

Just like the prisoners in the dungeons in ancient times.

"Each room was guarded by two men. As long as the women resisted and disobeyed, they would whip anyone with the whips in their hands.

Several women had been beaten a lot, and their clothes were torn, revealing hideous scars.

"Be honest. Since you are here, you have to accept your fate. Those who resist will die. "A man named Teng Hui swung the whip in his hand fiercely on the door frame, and his eyes were as frightening as that of a poisonous snake.

Several women in the room were trembling with fear, especially a girl who was less than 16 years old, who had wet her pants with fear.

But one woman just sat in the corner of the room, hugging her knees, staring at the ground, not speaking, not resisting, and even without any expression.

The other women huddled together, crying and shouting constantly, but she had a dull look and didn't say a word since she was caught, like a vegetable.

She had gauze tied on her head, it seemed that her head had been injured not long ago, and the wound was treated urgently.

"No. 13, eat. "

The man rudely threw an iron basin in front of her. There was a corn and a roughly baked pancake on the plate, nothing more.

She looked at the plate for a long time without reaching out to take the food inside, and she didn't seem to feel hungry.

Seeing that she didn't eat, Teng Hui took the corn from the plate and forced it into her mouth.

"You dead woman, do you want to starve to death? Don't even think about it. Let me take the money first."