"Thank you, thank you", the girl was busy thanking Masaki for his help, tears still flowed from her eyes, and when she saw Masaki's face, she suddenly showed a look of doubt and surprise.

"Is Terry okay?" asked Masaki seemingly casually as he poured water.

Hearing Terry's words, the girl's grateful expression suddenly became vigilant, her eyes suddenly became detached, and she even involuntarily took a few steps back, looked at Masaki and asked indifferently, "Who are you!"

"Her friend," Masaki said, looking at the girl earnestly, as he handed the girl a tissue and motioned for her to wipe her tears.

The girl looked into Masaki's eyes, as if trying to tell from his eyes whether he was a good person or not, but from those deep eyes, she couldn't see anything, hesitated for a moment, and took the tissue.

A few minutes later, the two of them sat on a wooden chair outside the hallway, and the girl looked sad: "There was a guest who hit her, and she fought back, and the guest called Svera, so Svera taught her a lesson, and they all did this, once burned a girl's face with battery acid, and left her behind, killing chickens and monkeys," said this, the girl paused, as if thinking of her situation with Terry, and her face showed a sad expression.

"Terry was brought in at a very young age, and she thought she would be free one day, and Svera reminded her that it was impossible, and they said that if there was a next time, they would cut her throat, and they said that the price could be doubled for dumb prostitutes," the girl said with tears in her voice.

"Can I go in and see her?" there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in Masaki's dark eyes.

"Of course you can", the girl nodded, I don't know why, for this man, after contact, there is an indescribable trust.

"Can you tell me your name?" the girl shouted at Masaki's back.

"Masaki", Masaki nodded, turned around and walked into the ward.

"Masaki", the girl muttered the name, and suddenly looked startled, Masaki's appearance and name coincided with a big man's coincidence, and her face showed a shocked expression, this name, isn't he!

She sat in the hallway, not knowing what she was trying to write.

"Terry, are you okay?" Inside the ward, Masaki walked over to the bedside, and his voice rang out in the quiet room.

Terry, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, was slightly shocked, slowly opened his right eye, and saw Masaki standing by the bed, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he didn't expect Masaki to come here at all, subconsciously she wanted to sit up, but she groaned in pain.

"Lie down and don't move, I can hear you", Masaki shook his head as he saw Terry's movements, holding down her body.

"How do you know I'm here?" Terry's eyes seemed to flash with a look of emotion and inferiority, as if he didn't want to face Masaki like this.

"Jack told me, I'll come and see you", Masaki picked up the apple on the table and peeled it little by little.

"Thank you", Terry squeezed out a smile, but pulled the wound on his face, and couldn't help but show a pained expression.

"I must look ugly, right?" said Terry, with a hollow look in his eyes and a little self-deprecating.

"You're going to be fine," Masaki shook his head.

"I've always had a dream, I hope I can live freely in this world, fall in love, do what I want to do, complete the dream I want to accomplish, I've struggled, but the more I struggle, the more I feel like life is like a shackle, the more suffocating it becomes, I'm like the fish the old man caught, I can only watch the shark eat me up," Terry seemed to hold back a lot of words, and she suddenly had an urge to talk in front of Masaki, who was not very familiar with her.

Terry told his life little by little in a weak voice, no matter how big or small, as if he wanted to tell Masaki everything about herself, at this time, she didn't have any concealment, and told Masaki about her whole person as *, even if it was those unspeakable "work", those experiences that couldn't help herself.

And Masaki, who didn't speak, dutifully played the role of the best listener, quietly listening to what she had to say.

Time passed little by little, Terry's voice became lower and lower, and she fell asleep while talking.

Masaki looked at Terry in her sleep, even at this moment, her dream seemed to be suffering from some painful memories, the expression on her face was painful, and tears were still flowing in the corners of her eyes, he gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took out a delicate ticket from his pocket, put it next to Terry's pillow, got up and walked out.

The girl who took care of Terry outside the door was gone, probably busy.

At night, in the apartment, Masaki took out the recorded video disc that Terry gave him, and put it into the player, Terry's voice slowly sounded with the rhythm of the music, her voice was actually very unique, and it was also very recognizable, in the silent night, Masaki listened quietly until a disc was played.

He took out the business card that Svila had given him from his pocket, and in the dark, the address and name on it were clearly in his eyes, "Vime's Club", and Masaki put on his coat and walked out with the business card.

The entrance of the "Victoria's Secret Club", even in the middle of the night, is particularly lively, and one by one high-end cars are parked at the door, and the business is exceptionally good.

At this time, a silver-white sports car leaned over, and Svera, who was dressed in a silver suit, got out of the car, walked into the club lightly, and when he saw a car in the parking space at the door, he said dissatisfiedly to the bodyguard on the side: "How does this rotten car occupy my parking space?"

After speaking, he shook his head and walked in, in the club, there were a lot of diners, Svera went straight upstairs, upstairs, there was a cave, a girl dressed in a revealing swaying posture walking, Svera laughed all the way and touched this and that, turned around and walked into an office around the corner.

In the office, seven or eight stout and fierce men with tattoos were raising their glasses and drinking each other, and they all greeted Svila when they saw him come in.

"Turvey, did you go and collect money from Demitri?" asked Svera, glancing at one of the men with short pigtails, as she walked over to her desk.

"Yes, he wants to be forgiven," Turvey nodded.

"Forgiveness?" Svera looked at Tevey suspiciously, as she took out the dollar from the envelope on the table and placed it in the safe, which also contained a pistol.

"I asked him, 'Am I Jesus Christ?' Turvey laughed, as if he was very proud of the scene.

"Dang dang dang", suddenly, the office door rang, interrupting the chat of several people.

Then, the door was pushed open, and a figure walked in, it was Masaki.

"Are you lost, young man?" Svera frowned and looked at Masaki, who had forgotten about the business card he had given him the night before.

"I'm here for that girl," Masaki didn't have any movement in his gaze, took out the business card that Svera had given him from his pocket, put it in front of his eyes, and added, "You gave it to me a few days ago."

"We sent a lot of business cards, who knows who you are", Svera pulled a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, and stuck her foot on the table, but on it.

"I'm here for a girl, and she's been beaten badly," Masaki's expression didn't have a smile on his face, and his eyes were dark.

"You must be in the wrong place, young man, what's her name?" said Svera, taking a nonchalant sip of her drink.

"Her name is Elena," Masaki said coldly.

"Elena?oh," Svera showed a look of surprise, then glanced at the thug next to her, and suddenly laughed and said, "I don't remember, but no matter who she is, then her job must be very good!"

A man behind Masaki, holding a dagger in his hand, unconsciously walked a few meters behind Masaki, as if he was guarding against him.

Masaki sat down unexpectedly, fiddling with the crystal ball on Svera's table, and said as if to himself, "I understand, you guys are more like an investment in these girls, so I can give you 10,000 dollars," Masaki said, took out an envelope and put it on the other party's table.

"You're going to give me ten thousand dollars?" said Svera, with a mocking smile on her face.

"Well, cash", Masaki nodded.

"For what?" asked Svera casually, picking up the envelope.

"Her freedom", Masaki said word by word as he looked at each other with deep eyes.

"Haha, this guy is so funny", the tattooed men sitting on the sofa next to him laughed, and it seemed that Masaki's behavior was hilarious.

Svera raised his hand, stopped their laughter, looked at Masaki and sat up straight and said: "For a girl, you give me 10,000 dollars, it must be a supercar level girl", after speaking, he smiled at his subordinates, and then looked at Masaki's smile suddenly retracted, "You Asians think that in my place, you can buy whatever you want, Russian beauty, no problem, you want to buy if you lose money, it's really insulting to me!"

Svera's expression became serious, and one of the men sitting on the side of the sofa had quietly begun to load his pistol*, and the other clenched the dagger in his hand, guarding against the failure of political discipline.

After a few seconds, both Svera and Masaki looked at each other seriously, and suddenly, the corners of Svera's mouth twitched, and he laughed, "I'm kidding, man," and the others echoed and laughed.

"But you're brave enough to come here, I like it, so, spend $10,000 just for a troublesome ......" Svila stretched his voice, restrained his smile, looked at Maki, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Masaki to signal the deal.