After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Bangkok, Patpong Lane.

A brawny man with a submachine gun stood guard next to a truck, and the man at the head urged a group of boys and girls with messy clothes in broken English.

"Come on! If you're late, I'll kill you!"

These teenagers and girls come from different countries, most of them are from small war-torn countries in Southeast Asia, and a few are Chinese. They all have one thing in common, they are beautiful.

Even the poorest quality features are somewhat delicate.

With the urging of the strong man, there were still a few people who walked very slowly, because they were wearing chains on their feet, and many people's ankles were frayed by the chains, and they couldn't walk at all.

"hurry up!"

Someone swung the whip and hit the boy and **** the back savagely.

Among them was a boy whose facial features were more delicate than those of some girls. His broken hair was wetly attached to his forehead, and there was a bright red tear mole at the corner of his eye.

But for some, letting this beauty shatter can also be a greater satisfaction.

So the whips that the mercenaries landed on him were heavier than others. Seeing that his white shirt was covered in blood, which made his delicate face even more pale, the men couldn't help laughing happily.

"He's so good-looking, I'm excited for a man."

"If you didn't tell me, I thought he was a shemale. Those shemales are not as good-looking as him!"

"Wait until he earns enough money, let him do the surgery, and still make a fortune!"

"Be optimistic about him, don't let this good guy run away!"

They were communicating in English. Although Jiang Jingbai was only in the third year of high school, his English level was very good and he could fully understand what they said.

The hand hanging by his side couldn't help clenching slightly, and blood flowed down his fingers, drop by drop.

Because Jiang Jingbai's appearance was the best, those people detained him separately. This batch of goods is a better batch after they have selected them.

The truck drove to the port and sent the teenagers to a ship.

The ship will sail to the private island of a big boss in country T, where he will hold a special banquet, which needs these fresh boys and girls to add to the fun.

But after Jiang Jingbai got on the ship, he didn't get beaten again. The place of detention had a change of clothes and a shower, and the men ordered them to wash.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock at the door.

Jiang Jingbai opened the door, and Wen Xuan couldn't help shrinking when he saw the bloodstains on his clothes.

He asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Because Wen Xuan made a disguise, he didn't recognize it.

Her eyes fell on those clean and clear eyes, the light inside seemed to disappear, and it became dark. Those tragic memories rushed to her like a tide, and these eyes were so similar to the people she remembered.

"Give you medicine."

Wen Xuan replied to him in English with a national T accent. Even so, Jiang Jingbai still heard the familiarity. There was a momentary light in his eyes, and he stared at her stubbornly.

"I...my injury is on the back, so it's not convenient to take medicine, can you help me?"

He asked in a lingering voice, looking at her with a trace of tension in his eyes, as if a drowning person grabbed a life-saving straw, and the hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

Wen Xuan nodded and followed him into the room. Because she was wearing a staff member's clothes, the guards patrolling outside didn't notice anything unusual.

When the door was closed, Wen Xuan asked, "Don't you go to school in China? Why are you here?"

Jiang Jingbai didn't say anything, he hugged him tightly, his nose was sore, tears flowed uncontrollably, and the fear that had been silent for many days broke out in an instant.