Chapter 812: Rescue Mission (1)

"Haha, little bit*h, raise your a*s. Right, right, just like that your little sl*t..."

Bageri hymned his hometown tone and tossed the unconscious blonde against the railing of the ship. He leaned the rifle aside, took off his belt and used it to tie up her hands.

The swing knocked her out completely. He was extremely rough, yet the blonde in work uniform still didn't wake up.

Her jeans were already ripped, revealing her skin. At least the size of 36Ds were wrapped up in a shirt, which became distorted being pressed against the railing. Her golden hair was stuck to her forehead due to blood, and her graceful face twisted with agony.

Ulrika was from Eastern Europe. She has a beautiful name. She had thought that she could finally be free from the cruelty of the world after fleeing her hometown. She did not expect to encounter another horrifying hell in what she thought to be a risk-free trip to the sea.