Chapter 121

The sixth brother glared at Xiao Juan, gritted his teeth, and said in a harsh voice:

“Come on! You bitch, stab me to death, stab me like I fuck your cunt!”

Xiao Juan didn’t care how Lao Liu insulted her. She’d heard even more vulgar things when the customer was pinning her down; she knew the more vulgar the insults, the closer it was to the end. Only after Lao Liu finished cursing did she speak:

“I didn’t say I was going to kill you!”

“This rope is too strong for me to untie; I can only cut it with a knife…”

The fierce-looking sixth brother was stunned. He heard what the sixth brother said, but he didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand what Xiao Juan meant by “can’t be untied”.

Xiao Juan didn’t wait for him to understand. She squatted down at Lao Liu’s feet and used a dagger to try to cut the rope binding her feet. Unfortunately, she wasn’t strong enough, and after cutting for a long time, she could only make a small cut.

Old Liu finally believed that this bitch really wanted to untie the ropes binding him. Although he was still completely confused, it didn’t matter. Once he loosened his grip and dealt with Song Ning, he would have time to slowly understand the girl’s thoughts.

Unfortunately, just as Lao Liu was anxiously waiting for the rope to break and cursing “useless trash” over and over again, a chaotic noise came from the doorway.

Kill that beast!

“We can’t let him die too easily!”

“Yes! We’ll pay back for all the humiliation he caused us, with interest!”

“I’m going to whip him to death!”

“I’m going to burn him to death with a candle!”

“I want………”

Lao Liu instantly understood that the women who had been imprisoned had come to retaliate against him. He urged Xiao Juan even more anxiously, hoping that even if it would free his feet, he could at least avoid being humiliated by these women.

But seeing that only two of the ropes binding his feet had been cut, and he was still unable to move, he couldn’t help but despair once again.

“Just fucking kill me!!”

This time, his roar was genuine. He would rather die than be humiliated in the way he had humiliated others. But Lao Liu was right before. He didn’t believe Xiao Juan would dare to kill him, and Xiao Juan really didn’t dare.

The sixth brother’s roar carried out, and the women’s shouts outside instantly disappeared. Then they rushed into the room and saw one of the girls who had brought them lunch at noon holding a sharp dagger and pointing it at the sixth brother.

“Sister! You can’t kill him!”

They never imagined that a girl would want to save Lao Liu. Coupled with Lao Liu’s roar, they naturally assumed that Xiao Juan was going to kill someone. Although they didn’t understand why she was squatting there to kill, no one noticed anything strange.

“Yes! Killing him like this is too easy on him!”

“Yes, yes…”

Several women chimed in. They had been somewhat timid at first, but seeing that Xiao Juan was going to “kill” someone directly, they suddenly became brave.

A woman holding a leather whip stood directly next to Lao Liu and lashed out with it. The force wasn’t great, but it dissipated much of the fear in Lao Liu’s heart.

The sixth brother’s veins were bulging. He didn’t feel any pain, but the red bloodstain on his face made him feel extremely humiliated. His hatred for these women reached its peak. He cursed and kept telling Xiao Juan to kill him.

With someone taking the lead, the other women were no longer intimidated and rushed forward to vent their anger with the props in their hands.

Xiao Juan knew she couldn’t save him, so she slowly stepped aside. Through the gaps between the women, she saw Lao Liu’s eyes—the kind of pleading look she’d never seen in Lao Liu’s eyes before. She knew that Lao Liu truly wanted her to kill him.

The girl shook her head. She couldn’t do it. The reason she wanted to save Lao Liu was because life here didn’t seem much different from outside; it was all about being raped.

Moreover, she felt superior to others here.

Regardless of the girls detained here, whether they were white-collar workers, college students, or obedient girls, here, Xiao Juan has the right to wear clothes, the right to take a shower, and the right to stand and walk like a human being.

This made her feel like she had never experienced a sense of superiority, which is why she wanted to cut the ropes binding Lao Liu and restore the previous order to him.

But Xiaojuan felt it wasn’t possible now; she couldn’t save people in front of so many victims. She retreated step by step, moving further and further away, until she was completely out of the room.

At the other end of the corridor, girls continued to come here with things. Perhaps all the girls who were imprisoned here would come here to take revenge on Lao Liu, except for her.

“Who ruined all of this?”

Xiao Juan suddenly felt curious about the person who had overthrown the old order. She wanted to see this person; she didn’t hate him, but felt a little regretful.

Xiao Juan walked down the corridor past the “high-class dormitory” that had confined her, glancing back longingly at the two mats stacked together on the floor—the “superiority complex” she so cherished.

Next came several stinking cells, the dwellings of those “lowly” women. She didn’t glance at them; she knew how disgusting they were, having lived there herself for a time. But through her own efforts, she had achieved…

If Xiaojuan knew the term “social mobility,” she would definitely use it.