At this moment, 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 focused on her face.

It was the face of an Oriental. The beautiful face was full of tears and fear. The woman said something in Japanese, maybe she was begging for mercy, maybe she was cursing.

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

The girl was dragged out. She was crying and struggling hysterically. Her helpless eyes glanced at the dozen women in front of her, hoping that someone could save her.

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

When Ding Yiyi was about to stand up and save the girl, Zhao Tao quickly grabbed her, covered her mouth with his hand, and held her head down with his other hand to prevent her from getting a chance.

Make a sound.

The two men's attention was 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 heavy cover was closed again, and the room was plunged into darkness again.

Hunan.

Zhaotao let go of her hand. In the darkness, she felt the moisture in her hand. They were Ding Yiyi's tears, which were very sad and hot.

"We can't save her, they keep doing this, some girls come back, some girls don't come back." As if thinking of something bad, her stiff body began to shake violently, and then she refused to speak anymore.

Ding Yiyi stood up suddenly and walked to Ai Lige's side. She tightened her fists tightly and yelled: "It's you. I saw you pushed that girl, and she staggered forward. That's why she fell forward."

Captured."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alig stood up. The burly figure of an Eastern European woman was clearly reflected in her body. "Oriental woman, I have disliked you for a long time."

She pushed Ding Yiyi, arrogantly, "Apologise for what you just said, no, kneel down and apologize."

There was silence in the crowd. The women had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe. They were like mice desperately standing in the dark corner, opening their green bean-like eyes and cautiously watching everything that happened in front of them.

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

A look of horror appeared on Ailige's face. She grabbed Ding Yiyi's long hair and threw it to the side. The other women fled away, but Zhaotao didn't seem to have recovered from the sadness and panic just now.

Looking at everything in front of him helplessly, he opened his mouth again, but nothing came out.

Ding Yiyi's head hit the wall hard, and the muffled sound made people frightened. The next second, someone pulled her hair and threw her next to the excrement bucket.

"Go eat your shit and calm down, Oriental woman." Ailige looked at Ding Yiyi who fell on a pile of rags, smiled contemptuously, turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted in a low voice. She heard the cracking sound of wood hitting the wall behind her. Just as she was about to turn around, a cold voice sounded behind her head, followed by the broken wood piercing her neck.

Mild pain on the body.

Ding Yiyi stood behind her, pursed her lips and felt the cracked corners of her lips. Her eyes were calm, but there were several scratch marks on her face.
Chapter completed!