Just as He Mei Xin was looking at the leaving taxi and wailing in her heart, the man suddenly turned his head. His deep blue eyes met She Mei Xin's eyes, scaring her to the point where He Mei's entire body trembled.
He let go of her arm and coldly said, "Follow me."
Under the pressure of the man, she walked into the factory with him, head down.
After entering, she saw quite a few men with guns. It seemed like they were patrolling or something. Anyway, this place that looked like a factory outside definitely wasn't the one she remembered …
The elevator door opened and a very large room appeared in front of her. In the middle of the room was a large round table with several men sitting on it, and on the sofa beside the round table sat a few men. When the elevator door opened, a very large room appeared in front of her, and in the middle of the room was a very large round table, with several men sitting on it.
The man calmly walked out of the elevator and walked towards the round table. He didn't know what to do, so he could only stand there foolishly after getting out of the elevator.
After the man walked to the round table and sat down, a middle-aged man on the sofa immediately stood up and walked to his side. He lit a cigar for him and placed it in his hand.
"What?" She Meixin did not hear Japanese. Her beautiful big eyes blinked, indicating that she was at a loss.
The middle-aged man could tell that She Meixin did not understand his words. Thus, he turned around to look at the man who brought She Meixin over. He had already started a meeting with the person seated at the round table.
The man glanced over at them as he discussed something with the others, probably knowing that their communication was hindered. He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to ask any more questions.
Thus, She Meixin was once again like a lifeless sculpture, waiting for the fate to settle with her …
As the round table was also held in Japanese, He Meixin did not know what those people were talking about. However, from the looks of it, they were not ordinary bank robbers, but more like gangsters in Hong Kong movies.
He Mei Xin was so scared by the gunshot that she covered her ears and squatted in a corner.
She, who had never seen more than a few dead people in her life, could only watch as two fresh lives disappeared in one day.
After the man died, the two men sitting on the sofa behind him quickly stood up and took out their pistols, pointing them at the murderer.
Although they reacted very quickly, they were currently in a situation where they were outnumbered. As they pulled out their guns, seven or eight guns were pointed at their heads.
But she waited a long time and heard no more shots.
She could only hear the man that brought her talking about a bunch of things. It seemed that he was a very important leader no matter what.
She Meixin had been in a coma for more than ten hours. By the time she had woken up, she had already arrived in a strange environment.
Looking at the khaki curtains, the apricot sheets, and the fine mahogany furniture, she wondered where she was.
She remembered that before she fainted, wasn't she being held hostage?
Why did he appear here?
She gently lifted off the blanket and got off the bed. She wanted to go out and find someone to ask where this place was. Could it be that the gangster boss let her go because he felt that she was too useless?
A black man mumbled to himself as if he was ordering something.
However, she understood the meaning behind his words. It was simply to get her to obediently roll back to her room, otherwise, she might lose her life.
Okay, she piss off. Can't she piss off?
It was as if a tiger had been bullied by a dog. Not to mention, even if she was in normal times, she wouldn't be able to become a tiger.
Returning to his room, the black man slammed the door shut. As he turned around, he glared fiercely at He Meixin as a warning.
Looking at the heavily closed door, she knew that she was still imprisoned in this crappy place. She did not know what the meaning of the man who caught her was, and why he had imprisoned her, but he had already successfully escaped danger. Logically speaking, he should have killed her or let her go, but why did he not kill her or release her?
Who could bear the feeling of having a strong hand pressed against their forehead? It was true mental abuse.
She shrank back against the bed with incomparable fear in her heart, her hands tightly hugging the quilt. The cold air in the room made her hair stand on end.
Suddenly, she felt so homesick, so homesick for her precious daughter, so homesick for Wu Wei …
If she had known that a human's life could be so fragile, if she had known that she would face all of this, she probably would have lived for herself very selfishly. She didn't want to waste her time in this world.