She kept shaking, but refused to utter a word or move.

The two just stood there for half a day before the man finally moved.

He tossed the weapon aside harshly and cursed loudly before pulling out his cell phone and making the call.

It worked! They really didn't dare hurt themselves!

She breathed a huge sigh of relief, just now she could vaguely tell from the conversation between the two of them that the other party seemed to take herself seriously, as the woman before her had been taken advantage of a few times, but no one had come out to say anything at that point.

So she ventured a guess that she was probably special and that they shouldn't hurt her, though she didn't know that she was willing to you, but she could try!

Then, after a while, a man appeared.

A man who was obviously from the same place as her, though still a stranger.

The joy on her face had barely faded when she saw the man say in Chinese, "You go with him, someone wants to see you!"

"What? Who the hell are you guys? Why did you want to see me?"

Turns out this guy was with them!

Where she would not listen, she instantly questioned.

The other man didn't say anything, and there was a pause before he said, "You'll know when you get to the place."

"But ..."

Before he could ask the question, he was pressed into the car.

It was another long journey and she felt like she was going to throw up before she finally got to the place.

Her arms and legs were so weak when she was led out of the car that she almost couldn't walk.

"Move faster!" The man behind him chortled.

She gritted her teeth and tried to straighten her back as she slowly walked in.

Compared to the shabby and gloomy house just now, the house here was much bigger and prettier, a typical small villa with a pure white appearance that didn't look any different.

Who the hell is in there?

On a short stretch of road, she guessed everyone she knew, and even whimsically wondered if Wyatt was waiting for her inside.

But in the end she was disappointed.

Inside, as usual, were strange men she didn't recognize, while eying her as she entered, looking her up and down and nodding.

She stirred uneasily, feeling that the man's gaze was too direct, looking at her as if she were an object, purely condescending, with eyes so cold they made her want to shiver.

Another asked, "What's your name?"

"I, my name is Lena." Zoey didn't dare to say her real name and said with her head lowered.

"Lena? Good name." The man said as he walked up to her, picking her chin and narrowing his eyes to measure her.

The man's gaze was so stark that it made her stomach churn, and at the same time, she realized something; the man was using Chinese, not well and brokenly, but really Chinese.

"Come with me, I am your master from now on!" The man spoke again and said.

"Why? I'm my own!" Zoey couldn't help but speak up when she heard this.

The man laughed, "Your own? Of course not, you're mine since you entered this house, got it? Otherwise you're in for a rude awakening!"

"You, who the hell are you guys? I'm telling you my family is rich, how much money do you want I'll contact my family and I'll send it to you!" She said hurriedly.

As rich as it may seem these people are, no one is too rich for money, right?

The man smiled contemptuously, "You have money? How much can you take? Ten thousand? Or a hundred thousand? Hahaha."

Most of the women who could be sold here did so voluntarily, they were either very poor at home and had no choice but to sell, or they had contracted vices and couldn't afford to replace their debts, so he instinctively thought of her as that kind of woman as well.