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A loud slap resounded as it struck Bai Jie’s face, her fair complexion instantly turning crimson, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
“Chen Luzhi, stop it! Is this really all because of this?”
Yu Songyu attempted to rush over to protect Bai Jie, but in the next moment, a large hand from a man nearby firmly restrained her.
“Do you remember Lu Ziqian? He was the man I loved, but why does he have to like you? Everything is about you—why should it be like this?”
Chen Luzhi’s emotions were heightened, her body visibly trembling with rage.
“But it’s okay. Look at this!”
Chen Luzhi made an effort to calm herself and threw a stack of photos onto the table, signaling for the man to release Yu Songyu.
Every photo without exception depicted Chen Luzhi in intimate moments with her boyfriend, Chi Hao. The woman in the pictures exuded seduction, while the man’s expression seemed anything but unwilling.
Yu Songyu felt as if her heart had been pierced by countless swords; she could only feel a deep ache within her.
How could this be? For so many years since school began, Chi Hao had always treated her well!
She refused to believe it; these must be fake—yes, the photos were fake. Chi Hao would never betray her.
“I guess you’re doubting that the photos are real?” Chen Luzhi said with a smile as she dialed Chi Hao for a video call, covering the camera with her finger.
“Baby, why can’t I see you? Let me see you!”
How could this be happening?
Bai Jie gasped; who else could be on the other end if not Chi Hao? Hadn’t he always claimed to love Xiao Yu? Hadn’t he gone to great lengths to win her over? How could he now be with Chen Luzhi?
“Baby, are you with friends?”
Chen Luzhi didn’t respond and hung up directly; this man held no value for her anymore—there was no need to accommodate him.
“How does it feel? Does it hurt? Aren’t you tired of playing the innocent girl every day?”
“All men are the same; if they can’t get it from you, they’ll take it from someone else!”
Chen Luzhi wore a smug expression, as if she had finally avenged herself and felt utterly exhilarated. She stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Yu Songyu’s hair, forcing her to look directly at her.
I hate your face the most, but I believe they will like it, hahahaha!
However, before Chen Luzhi could bask in her moment of triumph for long, Yu Songyu seized the opportunity to twist her body. One hand firmly gripped Chen Luzhi's wrist that was clutching her hair, while the other hand delivered a brutal blow to her abdomen.
As Chen Luzhi doubled over in pain, Yu Songyu quickly moved behind her and locked her throat!
"Let us go, or else..."
Yu Songyu's eyes turned crimson. She knew that Chen Luzhi had no intention of letting them go; there was no turning back now.
"Let her go!"
Chen Luzhi struggled to breathe, forcing out those few words with great effort.
"Oh, what a great show this is! Looks like we hit the jackpot!"
The Scarred Face Man looked on with disdain, as if watching children play house, leisurely lighting a cigarette.
"Bind them up!"
He pulled over a chair and sat down, exhaling a smoke ring while observing Yu Songyu with interest.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between men and women was vast. The few girls had no time to struggle before they were subdued.
"Are you crazy? Why are you tying me up? I'm the one with money, the money!"
Chen Luzhi screamed.
The Scarred Face Man sneered at her expression as if she were a fool.
"Sell you to Cambodia? I’d make more money that way! Plus, it saves me a lot of trouble!"
"Money? Isn’t that what you want? My dad is rich; just call him and he’ll definitely give you money!"
Chen Luzhi's voice trembled as her body shook uncontrollably.
The Scarred Face Man grew impatient, standing up to shake off the ash from his cigarette while frowning at the others with a glance.
Several of them immediately understood and used tape to seal their mouths. He didn’t want to cause trouble within the territory; he still wanted to continue this business.
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