Song Jingsi couldn't believe it. He was the third young master of the Song family. How dare these people treat him like this?

Is this a dream? It must be a dream!

Thinking that he was definitely dreaming, Song Jingsi's eyes went dark and he passed out. He was awakened by severe pain.

He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. Inside an enclosed carriage, there were many men and women, young and old.

The similarities were that everyone had their eyes open but dared not speak, and all had marks of being beaten on their bodies.

Song Jingsi was about to speak when his sleeve was tugged. He turned around and saw a young child.

The other person shook his head slightly at him, then endured the pain and pointed forward. Only then did he realize that there were two men sitting in front of him with guns in their hands.

When his eyes met the other person's, and seeing the cruelty and bloodthirstiness in the other person's eyes, Song Jingsi's whole body became extremely stiff, and he quickly looked away.

He could feel that these people had human lives on their hands and were definitely not good people.

He looked at the child who reminded him with a grateful expression. The child smiled at him and then quickly lowered his head.

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His whole body was in pain, but Song Jingsi kept thinking about his current situation. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that he was sold, and it was sold by his most beloved sister.

As to whether this is a dream or not, it is very clear. How could a dream continue after a person faints and wakes up?

So, this is undoubtedly reality.

The most important thing right now is to ensure that he is alive, and then find an opportunity to contact the Song family. His family will definitely not ignore him.

Song Jingsi made up his mind and put his heart back in his stomach, telling himself that these people must have bought him for money, and as long as he gave them enough money, he could go home again.

He couldn't help but recall what Su Tang asked at that time: if he was the one who was sold, would he still be able to forgive?

At that time he said yes firmly, but now he hesitated.

It was unknown how long the car had been driving. Song Jingsi fell asleep and woke up again, then fell asleep again and was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

"We're here now. All of you guys, get out now and don't occupy the car."

Under the urging of the armed forces outside, the people in the carriage hurriedly got off the vehicle for fear of being shot if they walked too slowly.

Song Jingsi was the last one to leave. How could he, who had lived a life of luxury, possibly squeeze past all these people?

And he was the most seriously injured among everyone because he spat at Scarface.

"This kid has a status. We can arrange him to work on the online fraud side and register a TikTok account. If used well, he can bring us more goods and fresh blood." Someone pointed at Song Jingsi and said.

Someone immediately came to take him and untied the ropes on his feet so that he could move freely.

Song Jingsi didn't think about running away. He was not a fool and naturally knew that he had arrived at someone else's territory. It was impossible for him to run away. Now the only way to avoid being beaten was to be obedient.

Sometimes people grow up in an instant. The fearless devil just now has learned to judge the situation after being beaten.

"Where are they going?" Song Jingsi couldn't help asking as he looked at the child being pushed away.

He still remembered the other party's kind reminder just now, which saved him from being beaten again, and now he felt a little bit reluctant.

"You mean that child? He's so young, we must want his organs." said the person escorting Song Jingsi.

"Children's organs at this age are in short supply. All the bigwigs want to use them. Using them can make them look younger. What a good deal! If I had the money, I would definitely get a few. These eyes are not very useful anymore."

He said this lightly, as if the child was different from him and was really just a commodity.

Song Jingsi felt extremely cold all over, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Once again, he realized that there were only demons and no people in places like this.

"I advise you to be obedient when you come here and save your life first. I was also deceived, but you see I have been obedient for so many years and I am living well and even got a management position."

"Since you are special, you should seize the opportunity to climb up. By then, although we can't leave here, we can send money home, which is a great thing."

The other party tried to persuade him earnestly, but Song Jingsi felt cold all over.

He is very frustrated now and doesn't know how to survive in this cannibalistic place. Will giving money really work?

Feelings of anger and resentment slowly grew in his heart. Song Jingsi regretted that he should not have forgiven Song Hanyu on behalf of Su Tang.

If she were sold here, as a woman, what would greet her would be even more cruel.

But what's the point of regretting now? Maybe this is retribution!

Song Jingsi was taken to the fraud park, and the other party first showed him the consequences of disobeying, which was being beaten.

Different from the pure human beating just now, this place has various torture instruments, and killing people is not enough.

"So many people died in there, so the most important thing is to be obedient." The person escorting him said again.

Because of his special situation, Song Jingsi was arranged in an independent room. In front of him were a mobile phone, fill light and other items, which was a perfect live broadcast environment.

"You can use this account to broadcast live and lure people over here." said Wang Wei, his immediate superior who was in charge of supervising him with a gun beside him.

"For every person you bring here, you will be given 30,000 yuan. You can choose to spend the money yourself here, or you can choose to send it to your family."

"Given your fame, it should be easy to deceive people. It won't be a problem to deceive dozens of people a day. By then, you and I will both make a fortune." Wang Wei said with a smile.

He patted Song Jingsi on the shoulder, completely ignoring the fact that his whole body was very stiff, and clicked the live broadcast button.

Then he loaded the bullet and threatened him.

If he said anything wrong, the bullet would hit him right between the eyes.

There are no laws in such places, and there is no need to worry about the news being known at home.

Passersby intermittently poured into the live broadcast room, and they were originally preparing to swipe away, but everyone was surprised to recognize the familiar face.

"Isn't this Song Jingsi? How come he's doing live streaming? It seems that the live streaming industry is really very profitable. Even such a big star is doing it."

"Let me see what tricks he can come up with. Is he going to bring goods, or sell laundry detergent?"

"Do the family members still remember that he pushed the nurse some time ago? People like him are really annoying."

"Ah, I didn't expect to see such a big-name celebrity live broadcast. I've never seen this before. Isn't the Song family very rich?"

"Don't say bad things about our brother. He was just in a bad mood. Don't you have bad moods too?"

Everyone in the live broadcast room had their own opinions. Looking at the fans who believed in him and were willing to speak for him, Song Jingsi seemed to have something stuck in his throat and couldn't say anything.

There was a gun pointed at the opposite side, and cold sweat was pouring out from his head. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

A clicking sound was heard in the silent space. Another gun was loaded. It was a warning to the person guarding the door.