Black Moonlight's vest fell again

Xia Zhengrong knocked on the door, and after a while, a vigilant female voice sounded: "Who?"

"It's me." Rong Zhi said.

The door opened a small crack, revealing a small side of a delicate and slightly sad face.

Rong Zhi and Xia Zhengrong raised their legs and stepped over the smelly sewage in front of the door, squeezed into the narrow hut, the light bulbs above their heads glowed monotonously and exhausted.

Zhou Banban turned around and put the ruler-long watermelon knife on the table: "I'll pour water for you."

Rong Zhi went to see He Tian who was tied up on the bed, his face was a bit miserable.

"You did it?" Rong Zhi raised her voice.

Zhou Banban put down the two chipped water glasses anxiously: "I'm sorry, I...can explain."

"No need." Rong Zhi looked at Zhou Banban's withdrawn hand, with a few traces of black mud embedded in the nails, "You can deal with him."

Xia Zhengrong also saw it, and hesitated not to drink the water in the glass.

Zhou Banban raised his head suddenly, his eyes gleaming: "Do it for me?"

There was a hint of ferocity on her delicate face, He Tian had already woken up, the eyes of the two collided in the air, he just sneered mockingly.

The sound insulation of the room is poor, there are lingering voices from men and women next door, and the head of the bed hits the wall, making loud noises.

Rong Zhi didn't speak, Zhou Banban lowered her head, and kicked the milk powder bag on the ground with her slippered foot: "Miss Rong, what's your condition?"

"My request remains the same, I still ask you to be my dear father... my confidante." Rong Zhi smiled slightly.

A hint of cunning flashed in Zhou Banban's eyes: "Miss Rong, I'm out to hunt for food, and my salary can't be lowered."

"The salary will not be reduced." Rong Zhi said, "I'm just giving you benefits, I'm a very generous boss."

"You and other bosses are not as generous as I am." Rong Zhi said something.

Zhou Banban just laughed and didn't speak.

Rong Zhi took out a stack of US dollars from her black schoolbag and placed it in front of Zhou Banban.

The groaning from the next door was getting louder and louder, but Zhou Banban ignored it. He reached out and grabbed the dollar bills on the table, tapped them quickly, then smiled, and stuffed the dollar bills into his underwear in front of the two of them. Satisfied, she returned to that delicate and gentle look: "Thank you Miss Rong."

She swung her arms round the door next door, hammering the door almost to pieces, the groans from the next door stopped, the door was pulled open with a clatter, Zhou Banban said something in Portuguese to them, after a while, a woman The figure flashed past, and merged into the dirty intersection path of Heilongzhai without looking back.

"Miss Rong, Mr. Xia." Zhou Banban said calmly, "Please sit next door for a while."

Xia Zhengrong's face twitched, and when he saw Rong Zhi pull his legs away, he paused, and then walked in with a frown.

Zhou Banban's door closed behind him.

"Why did you give He Tian to her?" Xia Zhengrong couldn't help asking.

"In order for her to be devoted to me." Rong Zhi said indifferently, "In order for her to play a bigger role in the future."

"Irrelevant sense of justice?"

Rong Zhi didn't speak, Xia Zhengrong patted Rong Zhi's shoulder with a playful smile.

"Are you talking about Zhou?" The young man behind him asked curiously.

His naked body was covered with tattoos in a mess, he was wearing a pair of boxers, and there were red marks from a woman's pinch on his strong chest. He dusted the bed unabashedly, and the smell of marijuana mixed with bodily fluids filled the air middle.

Xia Zhengrong's face twitched again.

Rong Zhi's expression remained unchanged: "Yes, we will hand over He Tian to Zhou."

"Oh." The young man was like a beast, with a savage and innocent air, "Zhou is different from us. She used to be a college student and knew a lot."

"She hates He Tian to death?"

"Of course, it was He Tian who abducted and sold her here. In order to control her, he also infected her with drug addiction and disease." The young man shrugged his shoulders as easily as talking about the weather, "You know, there are other Choose, who will come to us."

"You don't need that expression either—nine of our ten 'escorts' have a more tragic past than her."

"Don't tell me whether you are voluntary or not—you are about to be shot to death right now, and if you are asked to voluntarily choose to die after two years, how do you choose?"

"That's democracy, hey."

"marijuana?"

"No." Rong Zhi refused, "You can do whatever you want."

The young man didn't care about the refusal, and sucked it up on his own.

He Tian's scream pierced through the wall.

The young man seemed to be used to this kind of screaming, and he didn't even look at it, with an almost innocent cruelty on his face: "What do you want to take out of He Tian's mouth? Maybe I know too."

Rong Zhi and Xia Zhengrong looked at each other, and the young man smiled: "If you want to survive in Heilongzhai, you need some capital."

There was a faint cry like a cat meowing from behind, the young man glanced back, turned around and hugged a little baby in his arms: "Zhou's daughter—this is a healthy child, you see, how energetic she is. "

Shaking it perfunctorily, the young man threw the baby back on the bed. The baby was so tenacious in life that it stopped crying.

He Tian's screams were suddenly suffocated, as if his mouth was covered by something, and the sound he made was muffled.

Xia Zhengrong said: "No matter how much you whitewash yourself as a hero, the screams will be the same, like a goose screaming."

The smell of marijuana permeated the air, the young man's pupils began to dilate, and his smile gradually widened: "Compared to those women, what He Tian suffered is far worse."

Xia Zhengrong took out his phone, turned up the music volume to cover the intermittent screams from the next door, and then pointed to the inverted cross and eyes on the phone screen: "Do you know me?"

The young man glanced at it and held out his hand.

Rong Zhi handed over five dollars, and the young man took it, and said, "Is it a church? It would be a mistake for you to come to us and ask. You're going to find those high-society young masters and young ladies."

"……Um?"

"We are all running errands and working our lives. Selling to you is also selling, selling to He Tian is also selling, and selling to them is also selling. It's just a part-time job. You say we join? Can you exchange money?"

"This church only recruits rich people with their eyes set high."

"Go to the colleges and look for it. It's quite popular in those aristocratic schools."

Rong Zhi and Xia Zhengrong looked at each other.

The door opened again, and Zhou Banban stood outside the door: "Miss Rong, I can do it."

The girl running on the pier is very smart and well-behaved, she knows how to stop and stop, she won't make things difficult for Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi walked into the room, probed He Tian's nose, and let out a weak breath.She lifted the tattered thin quilt, saw that He Tian had no obvious injuries, and nodded with satisfaction.

Xia Zhengrong stared at He Tian the picture he showed the young people just now:
"Tell me what you know--about Serraville."

He Tian shook his head: "I'm not Serraville."

"Xia Qizong is Serraville, right?"

Before the fourth aunt became pregnant, she was an ally with the second aunt, so He Tian naturally got close to Xia Qizong.

He Tian said weakly: "He is not."

Xia Zhengrong grabbed He Tian's hair and slammed it against the wall with a "boom": "Isn't he? Then who is?"

Rong Zhi stopped Xia Zhengrong: "Xia Qizong should not be. Otherwise, how can he explain that he let his own people destroy his property?"

Xia Zhengrong pointed to his face and said to He Tian: "Do you see what I look like now? Even if I beat you to death, if I go out and say that you did it first, whose life do you think is more valuable?"

"Xia Zhengrong, why the hell are you pretending to be weak—" He Tian's voice gradually dropped, and then he said forcefully, "Zhao Cheng, Zhang Yingjin are...there is another person, surnamed Chen, who is Xia Qizong's most trusted senior brother .”

Rong Zhi stared.

"It's called..." He Tian recalled with difficulty, "It seems to be called Chen... Yuan?"

"Chen... Li... Yuan..."