Ying Shao is a Girl

The light inside the factory is dim and unclear.

But the boy's outline is still very clear.

Ling Yiche's hands and feet were tied, and his black hair lay weakly on his forehead, covering his eyes.

There are faint red marks on the arms.

The clothes were also wrinkled.

He looked very embarrassed.

A ferocious smile appeared on Lin Jia's beautiful face.

It looks a little scary.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

I should have thought that you would have such a day!

Why are you so restless and insistent on provoking my fiancé? Is Brother Wangchuan something that a good-for-nothing like you can defile?

No one can get a hold of my Lin Jia’s things!

Since you touched it, you will pay a heavy price!

Lin Jia squinted her eyes and took another look at Ling Yiche's photo.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She originally wanted Ling Yiche to die here, but now she changed her mind.

It would be too easy for him to let him die like this.

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"Brother! The other party still said that the money should not be rushed in advance."

"And the other party made another condition..."

The big man suddenly sat up.

One foot was stuck on the door that was in disrepair.

The sound is loud.

The boys around him didn't dare to say anything at this time.

Brother is angry!

"What a fucking condition! This bitch is in so much trouble! It's so annoying! I will never cooperate with this bitch again in my life!"

The big man calmed down for a few minutes.

"Ask her what conditions! The money must be doubled, or else I will give up and quit!"

A big man likes to cooperate with cheerful people. Cooperating with such a grinding woman is just looking for trouble for himself.

"Brother, she asked us to sell the hostages and designate them to be auctioned on the underground black market in the imperial capital."

Underground black market.

Everything you can't buy in the outside world can be found on the black market.

There is a well-established rule in the black market: no fighting, only peaceful transactions.

Otherwise, it will be boycotted by everyone.

Moreover, the people in power behind the black market are very mysterious and powerful, and no one dares to cause trouble easily.

The underground black market has been operating steadily for many years.

Even though many of the transactions inside are illegal.

It seems that the outside world is turning a blind eye to this.

Stay safe and sound.

As a local snake in this area, the big man is also very afraid of the strength of the underground black market.

He has some knowledge of this.

The auction house inside can buy and sell anything, even people.

A handsome young man like Ling Yiche is what some rich and powerful people covet.

Throw him in there, and with his first-class looks, he will definitely be able to sell for a good price.

"Follow what she said, arrange it and get rid of it as soon as possible. I have a bad feeling."

The big man who has been in society for many years has become very sensitive to unknown dangers.

The big man glanced at the beautiful and delicate young man again.

He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

It's a pity that at such a young age, he might be destroyed at the hands of some pervert.

Buyers with special quirks on the black market are very good at playing.

It's not surprising to torture people to death.

The prettier ones die sooner.

The big man rubbed his unshaven chin.

If I remember correctly, the woman who is looking for him should be the daughter of the Lin family.

Hehe, he looks so condescending.

Lin Jia's ant-like arrogance was still in his mind.

This made him very unhappy.

What about the daughter of a big family?

Not necessarily that noble.

Their hearts are not as dark as theirs, and they are doing these shameful things behind their backs.

He is no less cruel and vicious than them.

I can only blame this young man for being unlucky and offending someone else.

The big man just sighed without any sympathy.

I'm just a social person with no emotions.

money above all

There was a lot of murder and arson.

It is impossible to move your own compassion.