Pei Zhiting went to discuss the finalization of the project with the partners.

He arranged all matters related to returning home, borrowed Kunpi's private plane, applied for flight routes, contacted private hospitals in the country... He did a lot of things, but he didn't expect a fire to break out in the rear.

"I found her. Her name is Aya. She's a hostess at a Pattaya bar, but secretly she's taking money to help people avoid disasters. She's been getting close to a Chinese man lately. Here's his photo."

Kunpi handed the man's photo to Pei Zhiting.

Pei Zhiting took the photo, and when he saw the person in it clearly, a strong murderous intent instantly burst out in his eyes.

He had seen the person in the photo before. He was Pei Hetong's assistant.

Pei Hetong!

very good!

He quickly dialed Song Xijiao's number, but the person on the other end of the line said the phone was turned off. He then dialed Ram's number, and Ram quickly answered.

"Sir, please come quickly. Someone pretended to be a doctor and a nurse, knocked out the bodyguard in the ward, and took the lady away."

Pei Zhiting hung up the phone immediately and ran to the hospital. When he ran to the door of the ward, he saw two syringes scattered on the ground. They were syringes used for anesthetic guns. His heart tightened and he hurried into the ward.

In the ward, Ram was lying on the ground, and Song Xijiao was gone.

"Jiaojiao..." Pei Zhiting roared with his fists clenched.

"Mr. Pei, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for being careless." Ram looked remorseful.

Ram is from Khun Pila.

His people were not pushovers and immediately searched the entire hospital where he was not.

But I only found this.

Pei Zhiting's face turned ashen, and he stared at the women's underwear in Kunpi's hand with a grim look. Those were Jiaojiao's, and he had changed them for her himself.

Khun Pirat spread his hands and said, "It's obvious that Miss Song Xijiao was taken away. My people didn't find her, but only found this. The other party came prepared, and our people lost her, but..."

He took out his phone, opened a video, handed it to Pei Zhiting and said, "This was captured by the surveillance camera at the hospital entrance."

Pei Zhiting immediately took the phone and clicked on the video.

A tall man was holding a woman. The woman was petite, her head tilted on his chest, her arms hanging at her sides, as if she was unconscious. The man was holding her and walking with some difficulty, so he didn't walk fast. After he got into the car, he pushed the woman next to him so that he could close the door.

Song Xijiao felt herself moving in a daze.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be sewn shut and she couldn't open them no matter what. Her head was dizzy and her limbs were sore and weak. She moved her fingers and found that she didn't even have the strength to make a fist.

There was a buzzing sound of conversation in her ears. She tried hard to hear what they were saying, but she couldn't make it out. Finally, she fell into complete darkness.

"Is he still not awake?"

"No, I gave her anesthesia. She won't wake up in eight hours."

"Very good, get her down and put her in a cage."

Song Xijiao was woken up by someone pushing her shoulders.

She slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the scene in front of her, her eyes widened in shock.

She was actually locked in a cage with bars all around. It was pitch black outside the bars and only the light from above allowed her to see the scene inside the cage clearly.

In addition to her, there were five other women in the cage, three with Asian faces and two with European and American faces. They were all disheveled and looked terrified.

"Where is this? Why are we locked up here?" Song Xijiao looked terrified.

"This is the headquarters of a dark web organization. We..." An Asian-looking woman whispered, "We were all tricked into coming here. They told us we were going to be prostitutes, but in reality, they wanted to sell us off. We were blindfolded and violated over and over again. They then filmed the videos, posted them on the dark web, and sold them to people with special fetishes."

In China, in their former wedding room.

"Any news?"

Pei Hetong stroked Lin Wanqing's smooth back.

Liking and disliking are two different feelings.

The former is inferiority, and the latter is tyranny, the tyranny of being superior.

Lin Wanqing was in so much pain that she burst into tears, but she still endured the pain and said coquettishly, "Brother Tong, you pinched me, do you want me?"

What Pei Hetong dislikes most is the word "want".

"ah!"

He bit Lin Wanqing's softest spot until he tasted blood in his mouth, then he let her go and said with a sinister look, "Don't mention that word to me."

Lin Wanqing was in so much pain that she burst into tears. She cursed Song Xijiao a thousand times in her heart, but she had to give in.

"I'm sorry, brother Tong, I didn't mean it, don't be angry."

"I told them to sell Song Xijiao to a dark web organization. Doesn't she want to be fucked by men? I'll let her be fucked to her heart's content."

Little bitch.

She was the one who liked Pei Hetong the most

In order to make Pei Hetong happy and to make him marry her, she learned piano, oil painting, and ballet, and worked hard to make herself worthy of him.

But what about Song Xijiao?

You don't have to do anything, just beckon your finger and Pei Hetong will come over eagerly.

She refused to accept.

Fortunately, that bitch Song Xijiao will be destroyed soon.

"What did you say?" Pei Hetong pushed Lin Wanqing away, his face livid as he asked, "Who told you to do this?"

"Brother, I..."

"Who told you to act on your own?" Pei Hetong asked angrily, "Who told you to sell her to the dark web?"

Lin Wanqing's face turned pale with fear. "Brother Tong, I... I just wanted to help you vent your anger. Don't you dislike her too? Selling her to the dark web and letting her be abused by men, wouldn't that just fulfill your wish?"

"Who told you to do this?" Pei He raised his hand angrily and slapped Lin Wanqing in the face: "Who allowed you to do this?"

Lin Wanqing was beaten to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. She covered her face with her hands, a look of disbelief on her face: "You...you hit me?"

"I'm going to hit you." Pei Hetong's face turned pale with anger: "Who told you to touch her? Who allowed you to do that?"

"Brother, I..."

"Get out." Pei Hetong roared.