In the abandoned factory, a camera was set up with three lecherous-looking brutes standing beside it.
The driver was nowhere to be found, and all the people here were thugs, as if they were afraid that Nan Qiao would escape.
Several men eyed Nan Qiao, pleased expressions on their faces.
"This chick isn't bad, big where she needs to be big, perky where she needs to be perky, a real beauty."
"Let's start shooting quickly, I'd die happy on her body!"
"Are we going all at once, or taking turns?"
"This woman's got flavor, probably can't handle us all at once, right? How about one at a time?"
The three men discussed fervently, as if Nan Qiao was a helpless fish on a chopping board.
Nan Qiao, clad in a t-shirt and jeans, her simple clothes unable to hide her stunning figure.
Her cold brows and eyes scanned the crowd, her lightly pursed red lips parted, "Who sent you?"
The leader, holding a dagger, didn't take Nan Qiao seriously at all.
"The moment you die, I'll tell you."