At this moment, the factory door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the cold moonlight leaked in, but soon it was blocked by the closed iron door again.
"You're awake?"
When Beryl looked in the direction of the voice, she found it was also a man. But he was very tall. Just by looking at him, he was over six feet tall. He had a strong figure, broad shoulders, a clean crew cut, and a dark face.
Compared to the two of them just now, this man's aura was obviously stronger, and his walking posture was more exaggerated. Beryl immediately made a judgment that this man should be their leader.
Marico walked toward her with a roast chicken and two bottles of fermented drinks in his hand.
Marico lowered his head, Beryl raised her head, and their eyes met. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped her hard on the cheek.
"Ouch!" Beryl groaned in pain.
She had been slapped before, but it was the first time in more than 20 years that she was in such pain.
With just this slap, she felt dizzy. There was the smell of blood in her mouth. It seemed that the inner wall of her mouth was broken, and that was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that the man's little fingernail swept across the corner of her eye and scraped her eyes. Her left eye's vision suddenly blurred.
She shook her head. She thought that this would ease the pain a little, but it was all in vain.
The man spat and waved the roast chicken in his hand in front of her. "I'm going to buy food. Who asked you to wake up?"
Although Beryl was gagged and could not speak, what made her even more speechless was what she was thinking.
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