My boss betrayed me

It was a village tightly surrounded by lush and deep jungles, filled with thick and damp fog. It was so eerie and terrifying that it made people's hair stand on end.

However, just after they arrived at this little village that was like hell, an extremely mysterious and strange thing happened.

It is said that an unidentified mysterious figure quietly appeared and had a secret conversation with the military in a dark, damp corner with a foul smell.

From then on, the fate of Bai Fang and her friends was like a kite with a broken string, completely out of control, left to drift and fall in the strong wind.

But who is this mysterious person? And what is his inextricable and inseparable connection with Bai Fang's tragic experience? All of this is like a thick fog, which makes people deeply trapped in it and unable to grasp the clue at all.

The villagers in the village are all Burmese Tu people, and their lifestyle is close to that of primitive society.

There is an armed division stationed in this area, which is subordinate to the drug lord Khun Sa, and the division headquarters is located in Sela.

By the time the three girls realized they had been deceived, it was already too late. They were ruthlessly imprisoned in a dark, damp, and disgustingly stinking large house, and were closely guarded by a group of hideous and ferocious soldiers.

There were more than a dozen other people in the house, all of whom were compatriots who were deceived and robbed of their money by human traffickers and then trafficked here. Men and women lived together in this small and harsh space, and no woman was lucky enough to escape being raped.

On a dark and windy night,

Bai Fang and two other girls decided to take the risk and escape while the guarding soldiers were drunk, unconscious and lax.

The world outside was as dark as ink, with only a few faint stars twinkling.

They ran desperately in the endless darkness, the only sound in their ears was their own rapid breathing and violently beating heartbeats, as if it was the terrifying bell counting down to their lives.

Suddenly, the crazy barking of military dogs and the rough shouts of soldiers came from behind, and beams of strong flashlights swept wildly in the woods like the claws of the devil.

Bai Fang and the others' heartbeats suddenly accelerated to the point where they almost jumped out of their throats. The road beneath their feet was rugged and full of thorns and traps. If they were not careful, they would fall hard.

Just when they thought they were about to escape successfully, a girl unfortunately stepped on a deadly trap hidden in the dense grass and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The sound instantly attracted the relentless pursuers. Bai Fang and another girl had to reluctantly abandon their injured companion and continue running desperately in the dark.

However, in the end they were unable to escape the clutches of the devil and were ruthlessly captured, waiting for them to face even more cruel, brutal and inhumane punishment.

The military ruthlessly stipulated that each person must pay a huge ransom of 50,000 Dragon Teng coins in order to be given the opportunity to leave freely.

After Luo Song, the heartless devil, cheated three girls of their money and their sex, he cruelly exchanged 360,000 Longteng coins into US dollars. Like a ruthless evil ghost, he returned to Paris via Bangkok.

Bai Fang was penniless and unable to pay the ransom, but her outstanding appearance became her nightmare. She was sold to a brothel in Bangkok by the military for a low price of 10,000 US dollars.

There, she suffered inhumane torture for more than a month.

Afterwards, she was ruthlessly resold again and was smuggled from Bangkok to Moscow by a human trafficker in September. She eventually ended up in Manchester, England, where she was completely controlled by the dark underworld forces and forced to make a living by prostitution. She lived at No. 16 Virant Street.

Oh my God! There is such a ridiculous thing in this world that someone can sell himself for money. It's really jaw-dropping! Nangong Yue was furious, and the rage in her heart was burning as if it could ignite the whole world. She was really about to explode on the spot.

She hurriedly poured herself a glass of cold water and gulped it down like a cow. Only then did she suppress the anger in her heart a little and picked up another background material tremblingly.

The record about Luo Song is as follows: Luo Song, 32 years old, was born in Hong Kong. He is tall but slightly hunched, as if his spine has been bent by the heavy burden of life.

On that long face, the cheekbones were high and protruding, like two steep peaks, and the deep-set eyes always flashed with cunning and greedy light, like a wolf looking for food in the dark night. Behind that seemingly kind smile, there was a creepy calculation.

He went to France when he was 16. His mother was French and his father was Chinese, but unfortunately both of them have passed away. Luo Song divorced in 1992, and his son was taken back to Hong Kong by his ex-wife without mercy.

He now lives in the 7th arrondissement of Paris and runs a beauty salon. His social circle is a mixed bag, and his social relationships are as complicated as a tangled mess that cannot be untangled.

Luo Song usually wears a well-tailored suit, but the collar is often stained with tiny, barely noticeable stains, as if silently telling of his slovenly and dishevelled appearance.

His hair was combed back into a shiny slick, but there were a few glaring white hairs popping out from time to time, like the ruthless marks left by the years on his body, revealing his deep anxiety and uneasiness.

His slender fingers had thick and prominent knuckles with some tiny scars on them, perhaps the painful memories left behind in those unknown dark battles.

Luo Song always walked with his head held high, his hands waving exaggeratedly. He seemed confident and majestic, but his steps were weak and frail, as if he was trying hard to hide his inner fear and guilt.

Whenever he talked with others, he would habitually tap the table with his fingers, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, with his eyes wandering around like a cunning fox, making it impossible to figure out his true thoughts.

When he talked to people, he would shrug from time to time or wave his hands exaggeratedly, trying to make his words more persuasive.

Since 1990, this despicable guy has been working part-time as a human trafficker, participating in organizing illegal immigration and selling young girls on a large scale. His evil deeds are simply outrageous!

He is like a ghost, frequently appearing in Longteng Country, Hong Kong, Myanmar, Thailand and other places.

He smuggled more than 50 people and deceived and sold more than 20 girls. This unscrupulous operation really makes people curse: "This guy is not a human being!"

Luo Song's eyes seemed deep and charming, but in fact they concealed bottomless greed and evil.

Whenever he set his eyes on those innocent girls who dreamed of going abroad, a chilling light that could send chills down one's spine would instantly flash in his eyes. He would narrow his eyes and raise the corners of his mouth, as if in his eyes they were just worthless commodities that could be bought and sold at will.

The corners of his mouth were always slightly raised, with a faint, chilling sneer on his face, as if he were a demon from hell, making people shudder.

When he spoke, his voice was low and magnetic, but always with a bewitching tone, like a deadly poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, making people fall into the terrifying trap he carefully wove without knowing it.

When he smiled, he showed a row of neat, white teeth, but that smile was uglier than crying, extremely hypocritical, and full of the stench of conspiracy, which made people nauseous.

Ever since the French police and the Longteng police launched a joint thunder attack to vigorously crack down on the evil forces, Luo Song has been like a frightened mouse. He has finally calmed down temporarily and stopped those illegal activities.

However, those poor victims are so unlucky that they are scattered in every corner of the world. Until now, no one has come to Luo Song to settle this blood debt. This is simply intolerable and makes people indignant!