"Hmm."
After Wang Tao nodded, Gao Hua left.
Han Rui seemed hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing..."
Han Rui lowered her head and left.
Wang Tao watched Han Rui's retreating figure with some confusion but did not ask further questions. He went upstairs, where, apart from a few committee members, there were also slaves from the underground marketplace.
In total, there were twelve people, eight men and four women.
"Talk about what your situation was like, don't worry, you are safe now."
A woman with light makeup and a soft voice began speaking to them.
These slaves had been tortured, some to the point where their mental states were abnormal. And since Wang Tao, Wei Zhenguo, and the others didn't exactly give off a friendly vibe, a woman was specifically brought in to talk to them.
Several people were huddled in the corner, too scared to look directly at everyone. Some stared blankly, looking like idiots.
