"Do you want to speak?" The man in front of her pinched her cheeks and asked in a low voice.
Qiao Mo nodded.
"If you dare to scream, I'll cut off your tongue, understand!"
Qiao Mo nodded again. With a rip, the tape on her mouth was torn off, causing a sharp pain.
A man sitting on a chair turned and walked up to Qiao Mo, his lecherous eyes scanning Qiao Mo up and down, his thumb gently stroking his chin, "She's quite a rare little beauty, really want to have some fun first."
The ropes crisscrossed, binding Qiao Mo's body, outlining her graceful curves.
Under his naked gaze, Qiao Mo's heart tightened a few degrees.
If these people really wanted to do something to her, she feared that she wouldn't even have the strength to resist.
"You're quite obedient, a mute?" The man spoke with a cold smile, the dark muzzle of the gun pressed against Qiao Mo's heart.
Qiao Mo's breathing became heavier, "Are you mercenaries?"
