James Thompson undid the top few buttons of his shirt and licked his lips.
He opened WeChat, found Julia Land's avatar, entered and sent her a message, "Stuff money into bikini briefs?"
He put away his phone and spoke indifferently, "Today, I took her away."
He was addressing the group opposite him.
Here, if an outsider came in, few could escape.
Those who wanted to escape, their skins were mostly food for the crocodiles.
The head of this area, with a cold look, told them, "Give the person to him."
A woman with bronze skin was pushed towards James Thompson; her skin bore visibly significant scars.
James Thompson moved his foot.
He didn't receive her.
The woman collapsed to the ground, biting her lip, without crying.
She could finally leave this living hell.
Assistant Winters's mouth twitched slightly as he stepped forward and picked up the woman.
Julia Land heard the notification sound of a message on her phone.
But she was too busy to look.