Xia Zhiyao's mind was completely blank. She could only force her stiff legs to keep moving.
The four girls who had been classified as Grade A were escorted to a crude, run-down bungalow.
"Get inside!" A guard barked as he shoved them forward.
The room was completely bare. Several water pipes protruded from the walls, and a filthy floor drain sat in the center of the concrete floor.
"Take off all your clothes!"
The guard's command was blunt and merciless.
The girls froze where they stood, the color draining from their faces.
"Can't you understand human language?"
Another guard impatiently raised the high-pressure water gun in his hands, its black nozzle aimed directly at them.
It was no ordinary water gun. It was an industrial-grade pressure washer, capable of producing an immense amount of force. A direct hit from it was excruciatingly painful.
One of the girls hesitated for only a moment.
Hiss!
An icy jet of water lashed viciously across her body.
"Ah!"
