The person behind him had a rough voice, and his words were M Mandarin with a strong local accent.
Ruan Anlan raised her eyebrows slightly, but she was very compatible and stopped moving.
The person behind her hit her back with the thing pressing against Ruan Anlan. Ruan Anlan gritted her teeth in pain, and her eyes burst into ruthlessness.
"Don't make a sound!"
As the words fell, a shadow fell in front of my eyes.
Ruan Anlan was cut with his hands behind her back by the man, and half pulled and half pulled into the car.
Although Ruan Anlan was pinned down, she was not completely passive. She was paying attention carefully. There were at least three people in these two dark and small cars.
There were probably two people in front, and there was probably one person staring at her from behind.
Who are these people?
Ruan Anlan thought to herself secretly, but suddenly she was hit by the back of the waist by the big guy with a rough voice.
"Don't move!"
Ruan Anlan gritted her teeth and waited for her to take off her body and would not kill these evil pens!
After about ten minutes, the car stopped staggeringly.
The car door was pulled open, and accompanied by a strong dusty smell, Ruan Anlan was pulled and pulled out of the car by someone.
The eyes were covered without any purpose and walked for a long time, and the people finally stopped.
"Gala--" The sound of the harsh and weird iron door being closed.
Ruan Anlan's eyes finally returned to brightness.
She opened her eyes tentatively, and after adapting for several seconds, she finally returned to Qingming. Then what caught her eye was a large area of empty cement floor.
In the center, two black men standing on the left and right were as tall as hers.
The two black men stared at her with greed eyes, as if they were staring at their prey.
The atmosphere in this place is strange, and there is a solemn atmosphere everywhere.
Ruan Anlan raised her eyebrows, turned her eyes and finally saw a person who could speak.
This person has long golden curly hair, narrow eyes, tall nose, and evil appearance. He is obviously not a good person.
"hello?" Ruan Anlan looked at the man and asked tentatively in Mandarin: "How dare you ask what you are trying to tie me up?"
The man squinted his eyes and looked at Ruan Anlan up and down. After a moment, he suddenly sneered.
When I opened my mouth, I spoke Mandarin with a strong accent.
"As expected, you are a cunning woman!"
"Is this a misunderstanding? I dare to ask where did you see that I am a cunning woman?"
Ruan Anlan curled her lips, her fair little face was not bloody at all.
She looked at the rope that tied her hands and said with some difficulty: "Please ask someone to untie it. I can't breathe. My wound is just over two days old. Don't open it for me again."
"You!" The man stared at Ruan Anlan with a weird look, "How do you want to die?"
Ruan Anlan whistled frivolously, "Can you choose this?"
The man seemed a little dissatisfied with her attitude. In order to establish his majesty and to let Ruan Anlan feel the breath of crisis, he raised his hand and pulled out a handful of qiang from his pocket.
As soon as he saw the dark thing Ruan Anlan took a step back.
Then he gave in and raised half of his hand, "OK, OK..."
After so much time, the door was opened.
A white man walked in, looked at Ruan Anlan, then walked to the long-haired man, and said a few words with his ears.