Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

More arrogant and piercing laughter rang out in the concentration camp, overshadowing Gong Zihua's scolding.

Jing Jiaren was a little anxious, watching the rope descending a little bit, there was no movement at all from Leng Lintian... Maybe it was too late.

She thought for a moment, planning to open the door ahead of time.

"If you want to blame...you can only blame...unfortunate...falling into our...hands..."

The leader of the cloaked people stopped with a smile, his voice hoarse.

They are forced to live like this, who wants to eat human flesh?They are all forced!

The rope was lowered little by little, the water pot under his feet was thumping, and a huge heat hit him.

Gong Zihua struggled vigorously, the soles of her feet were hit by heat, making her uncomfortable.

The pot was big enough, and he would definitely have a good meal if he dropped it.

Moreover, the pot was filled with boiling water at the highest temperature, and he would be scalded almost immediately when he fell. Before he could climb out, his legs would be soft in the pot, let alone the chance to get out.

Jing Jiaren looked at the precarious rope and worried for Gong Zihua.

You idiot, if you struggle again, if the rope breaks, aren’t you courting death?

Can no longer hesitate...

Jing Jiaren adjusted the voice changer to a low and hoarse male voice. She had tried this voice before: "Hey...help..."

Her voice sounded suddenly, causing all eyes to look out.

She had discussed with Leng Lintian that if no migrant worker came to find support, she would play the role of the migrant worker who came to report.

Once Leng Lintian succeeds, he will give her instructions.

In fact, Jing Jiaren thinks that instead of passively waiting for others, it is better to let her do it from the beginning.

Perhaps Leng Lintian was afraid that she would expose herself, and contacting the other party in advance would be dangerous.

When things came to this, Jing Jiaren couldn't care less about anything else.

"The construction site...over there...the riot..." Jing Jiaren imitated them with a hoarse voice, "It's... a fight..."

The concentration camp immediately became lively.

"We... grabbed the... key..."

Jing Jiaren was wearing gloves, hooking the token key with her index finger, "Quick... help..."

The leader of the cloaked people stared at the key in her hand, and said majesticly, "Open the door!"

"And...over there...we...saw a group of people...should be...his accomplices!" Jing Jiaren pointed at Gong Zihua.

accomplice?And accomplices?

Jing Jiaren obviously saw that the aura of these cloaked men was not right, and their eyes seemed to glow a terrifying green light in the darkness.

"Open the door... open the door!"

Jing Jiaren hunched over, stood by the door, swiped her token on it, and a row of combination locks appeared.

In order to prevent migrant workers from attacking the management and stealing tokens to open the subway gates to cause riots, a password (double protection) was set up additionally.

Fortunately, Leng Lintian bought the steward with gold coins, and even knew the password.

After Jing Jiaren pressed the password on the lock... beep, the iron door made a sound of opening.

The iron gate opened slowly, and Jing Jiaren suddenly threw the token into the camp.

Her movements successfully attracted the cloaked man's attention again...

Jing Jiaren took the opportunity to sneak in, and silently burrowed into the corner, so as not to squeeze her into a meatloaf when the cloaked people rushed out.

Sure enough, Jing Jiaren hadn't found a hiding place yet, and the leader of the cloaked man who picked up the token had already ordered solemnly: "Let's go!"

...how many years, how many years have they waited for this day...

Finally waited until the iron door opened.

With their current large number of people fighting, this small town can be completely occupied by them.