"Help help help!"

"Get outta here! Or you'll suffer!"

The men chortled loudly and menacingly, their fists seeming as if they were about to fall the next moment.

There was nothing else to do, the women had to cry and follow the men out.

Zoey didn't want to draw attention to himself and kept his head down the entire time, following the people.

But even then, she was still seen.

"Stop!"

A man suddenly stood in front of her, looking her up and down with obvious salivation.

Zoey was pretty sure that this man she hadn't seen before and wasn't one of the men who had brought her here before.

"Where did you come from? Who brought you?"

The man's accent was also heavy, and these people seemed to be foreigners who just didn't know how they were able to blend in.

She shook her head, meaning she couldn't understand him.

The man narrowed his eyes and spoke more briefly, "You, stay!"

Her heart snapped, she only had a chance with those women, now if she was left alone, not to mention what this man really wanted to do, the chances of escape would become much smaller.

So she sharply pretended she couldn't hear the other woman, shook her head, and turned to leave.

Suddenly a pain in the arm, the man but suddenly reached out and grabbed her, she was taken aback and turned back, her eyes were full of panic.

What is this man trying to do!

The look of salivating infatuation in the man's eyes got heavier as he licked his lips, "Stay, I want you ..."

She stared at him for a moment and suddenly screamed.

The voice was sharp and clear, and it traveled a long way at once.

"What the fuck bitch are you screaming about!" The man froze for a moment, then became furious and raised his hand to strike down!

She inhaled deeply and was about to run headlong ...

She might as well die if she was really sold to some horrible place!

But just at this time suddenly someone jumped out and grabbed his hand, and then the two of them said something in a very fast tone.

Zoey looked at the two of them, not understanding a single word.

The person who stopped her spoke with a serious look on his face, and the person who blocked her listened with a look that gradually turned into resentment, and finally stopped speaking.

Seeing that he had stopped him, the man turned his head to Zoey and said, "You, be honest!"

It was English again, the accent wasn't very heavy, she understood and nodded without saying anything.

She continued to follow the men out the door, her mind constantly calculating what the hell to do.

And what's also strange is why did the people who stepped in later stop the guy? What exactly did they say?

When they got outside, there were already several cars parked there, and the women were taken in separate cars and driven in different directions.

"You guys, where the hell are you taking me?"

She just couldn't help herself, these people really didn't act like decent people, so what the hell were they trying to do?

The men still didn't answer, but pushed her to a car as well and shoved her, "Get in! "

"I don't!"

She stood firm and resolutely refused to go in, "I won't go in until you make it clear to me, so beat me to death!"

She stood in place looking at her opponent with a stern look of determination.

The other man froze for a moment, followed by fury as he raised his hand and raised his weapon, the mouth of the blackened wooden silo aimed at her, "Get in!"

Zoey pursed her lips fiercely, her heart was so scared that her feet were a bit soft.

Nevertheless, she stood still, refusing to move a muscle.

The other glared at her, and she looked back at the other.