Chapter 843 I Gave You The Chance (1)

In the dark small area, people could smell the sour and rotten breath, mixed with a trace of rotten sweat, which made people bear a strong psychological impact.

The woman with a white bun at one end looked at the woman who was still sitting on the bed in a daze and asked curiously, "Here is the bun, why don't you eat it?"

Sheryl said indifferently, "I don't like the food for pigs."

Food for pigs?

The woman who was talking to her took a look at the bun in her hand and then looked at Sheryl's thin cheeks which were obviously hungry. She sneered, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to eat such things and will starve to death in the end."

The other people who were eating the buns also laughed with sarcasm and malice, one after another, all falling on the self-esteem of Sheryl.

Sheryl was forced to be a little weak. She stood up and gritted her teeth, "Wait for me. If I go out, the first thing I will do is to make you unable to live well!"

However, because she had been on hunger strike for a long time without any nutrition, she was a little wobbly when she stood up, as if she would fall to the ground soon.

The woman with a buzz cut spat and chewed the white bun. She sneered at Sheryl, who was unwilling to accept her fate like an ant. "Well, since you are so blatant, we can't let you down. Now let you know what is unable to live well!"

She rushed to the front of Sheryl, grabbed her hair and pulled it. When she gasped and wanted to fight back, she began to punch and kick her.

The sound of hand to hand combat was so loud that it made people feel pain. Sheryl's mouth was still covered by someone, and there was no sign of stopping crying. No one paid attention to the pain.

The woman who slapped her said disdainfully, "I'll let you pretend. I'd like to see if you can call someone to teach us a lesson if you are killed here!"

Those who could come in were not good people.

However, Sheryl was an extremely di

pushed in, it was especially narrow.

The man with natural temperament stood beside her head. When she raised her head, she could see that he frowned impatiently and never looked down at her.

She couldn't be seen! She was beaten so badly that her face was blurred. She didn't want him to see her! Sheryl's heart trembled. She turned her head and heard someone shouting, "Sheryl, don't shake your head. It might be a concussion. Can you..."

Sheryl?

The man narrowed his eyes. Just at this moment, the elevator opened and someone came in. He lowered his head to look for something, and met the woman's frightened eyes.

The four eyes met. Richie sneered.

The man's voice was magnetic and elegant, like a beautiful flower blooming in the mountain. "It seems that you have a good time inside. It's really good. Keep it well."

Sheryl choked with a mouthful of blood, which made her desperate...

"Why do you still want to refute me?" Looking at the woman who was unable to speak smoothly, Richie had a strange feeling in his heart. "But I advise you to save your mind. Be careful not to get a concussion."

The confrontation between the two was clearly seen by the others, but no one came out to shut up Richie. Perhaps they thought that Sheryl had a bad mouth, so she met another enemy.