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In the washroom, enduring the pain, Mo Xiaoxiao took out the wrapped small recording stick from below. She had always been worried that the stick would follow her as she walked, so it was good.

Letting out a breath of relief, she got up and put the recording stick into a pocket before walking out to wash her hands as if nothing had happened.

The mysterious clubhouse held a special event every week. Every woman who came in was carefully selected, and none of them was allowed to bring their bags, cell phones, watches, or other personal belongings. Even their jewelry was checked as well, so that nothing that happened here would leak out and make the news even more newsworthy.

Mo Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and walked out of the resting room. Before she could steady herself, a pig's hand appeared on her waist. The smell of cologne filled her nose, and she didn't need to look up to know that she weighed two or three pounds.

"Little demoness, you're new?" George took a deep breath and pretended to be intoxicated, "It smells so good. I smell it. Tonight, you have to enjoy yourself."

As he spoke, George's big hand slapped towards Mo Xiaoxiao.

She didn't dare to raise her head. Before she came here, she had already made up her mind to find a secluded place to stay, and after recording the message, she would go back and write down the report.

"There's still a fish that escaped the net. Haha, look, I caught a new girl."

George smiled evilly. He was very fat, and many of the women here had been tortured by him to the point of death. They were looking at him with eyes of pity and schadenfreude.

His body was pushed passively into the middle of the open space by George's large hand. Dozens of people, whether they were standing or standing, were all looking at him.

A blinding light fell on her, and she became the food they discussed enthusiastically about how to cook. All kinds of voices rushed into her ears. She raised her head, and her eyes met a pair of eagle-like eyes. She trembled as she stood up straight, and her gaze quietly moved away.

Gritting her teeth, Mo Xiaoxiao reached out and picked up a wine cup from the table beside her. Three cups in a row, the strong alcohol entered her throat and a layer of crimson color started to appear on her face.

George laughed, clapping his hands and teasing him. "You think you can get away with three cups of wine?"

"Take off the three pieces of clothing, or choose one of them to pass the eighteen matches."

"18 matches. Let me do it, sis. I will definitely be at your disposal."

"Don't argue with me." George shouted with an uncontrollable excitement in his voice, "I was the one who discovered her. She must have been under me eighteen times."

A huge box was placed by his feet. He didn't know what it meant by '18 matches'.

George kicked the box to reveal the contents. Mo Xiaoxiao glanced over with a pale face. Even though he was covered in cold sweat, he knew that these people were not playing around with them. They were playing with their lives.

She knew that she would not be able to do such a perverted thing. She forced a smile and said, "I can sing 'Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road'."

"It looks like you want each of us to give you a round of 18 matches?" A thin man walked up to her and lifted her chin. A puff of thick smoke came out of his mouth and landed in front of her.

The voices of the surrounding crowd rang out, "Eighteen, eighteen."

Just as he was about to open his mouth, a sharp scream rang out. "Murder, murder. Capture her. She's the one who killed him."

A slim figure stumbled over from a dark corner and Jing Xiaoxiao saw it was Wang Yiling. She didn't have time to think why Wang Yiling was here, so she picked up the bottle and threw it at George.