The girl's eyes widened in terror, tears streaming down her face.
"Help... Help... Master Xiao, help me... Mom, Dad... Save me..."
Seeing her struggle and scream even harder, Brother Zhong grew irritated and punched her in the stomach.
"Calling for Mommy and Daddy is one thing, but Master Xiao? Pah! What fucking Master Xiao? He's just a scammer, okay?"
The girl shook her head frantically.
Brother Zhong sneered. "Let me tell you the truth. You're not the first batch. There were already two batches before you, and they were just like you, screaming, 'Master Xiao, save me.'
"Cracks me up. What century is this? So many people still believe in so-called fortune-telling. You deserve to get scammed."
With that, Brother Zhong taped her mouth shut, trussed her up, and locked her back inside the shipping container.
The girl sank further into despair.
Not only was she tied even tighter than before, but every bone in her body hurt terribly.
Her mouth had also been sealed with three layers of tape.
There had only been one layer before, and even that had taken her enormous effort.
Now, this second time... she had no strength left.
Unfortunately, her cries for help earlier hadn't reached anyone.
What hurt the most was what he had said.
Master Xiao, save me...
I even paid for a Celestial Master Token once...
Why haven't you come to save me yet... Sob...
She desperately pleaded for help in her heart.
For the big spenders, never mind one-even ten or a hundred Celestial Master Tokens were nothing.
But for a college girl like her...
Paying for a single Celestial Master Token meant scrimping and saving for an entire six months.
So fortune-telling really is all fake... Master Xiao is fake too...
*Were my classmates right to call me brain-dead