Ning An's Wild Wish System

Chapter 461: Chapter 247: Human Traffickers Beaten to Death? No, Tortured to Death! (Part 4)

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As the time approached, the little girl’s father waved his hand, leaving only two bodyguards while the rest of the team set off.

Seeing that the hunting plan had begun, a few of the more perceptive men finally dared to speak.

"Dare I ask, big brother, if that couple of human traffickers reach the village first, will you really let them go?"

The little girl’s father looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Buddy, how stupid do you think I am? To let go of a human trafficker who kidnapped my daughter?!"

"Then..."

Before he could speak, the little girl’s father calmly revealed his plan:

"They will definitely reach the village before my men."

Hmm?

Upon hearing this, the nearby incense burners began to stir, whispering among themselves.

The traffickers arrive at the village first?

Wouldn’t that make it easier for them to escape?

Noticing the confusion in the incense burners’ eyes, the little girl’s father calmly said, "That village is the home village of my bodyguard, Xiaocai."

Seeing that the others still didn’t get it, he continued to explain clearly: "I built the roads in that village, I constructed the ancestral hall, and I even funded the education of most of the children in that village."

Whoa!

At this point, even if they were slow, they realized it.

Isn’t this clearly his private domain?

Even if the traffickers were beaten to death, it wouldn’t matter at all!

No cameras in the village, who could tell who beat them to death?

The law not holding the masses accountable is not just an empty saying.

Moreover, regarding human traffickers, the police have zero tolerance.

Generally, when someone calls the police about capturing traffickers, the police don’t arrive quickly, just to let the public vent their anger!

After all, the police are human too, and in this regard, everyone agrees.

The daughter was kidnapped but managed to flee to their territory...

Good!

Well done!

Just thinking about the traffickers’ upcoming fate made everyone feel at ease inside.

Sure enough, the trafficker couple arrived at the village before the bodyguards.

Seeing no one chasing behind them, the couple panted heavily.

After wiping the sweat from their foreheads, the couple sat on the ground like dogs, panting and dissipating the heat from their bodies.

However, before they could rest much, they suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Around the village road, villagers continuously appeared, their faces ashen, vaguely surrounding them on all sides.

"Fellow villagers, we mean no harm, we just want to pass through."

"If you’re not welcoming us, we’ll leave immediately."

The trafficker couple panicked, quickly getting up to express goodwill to the villagers.

But the villagers seemed not to hear them, swarming up on their own, completely encircling them.

Their eyes were cold, looking at them like they were looking at the big pig to be butchered for the New Year.

"Fellow villagers, we’re really just passing by."

"We’ll leave right now, okay?"

Just as the trafficker couple spoke humbly, an elderly voice emerged from the crowd:

"Folks, let me ask you, who built the roads in our village?"

The villagers shouted, "President Wang!"

"Then let me ask you, who built the ancestral hall in our village?"

The villagers clenched their fists, "President Wang!"

"Good!"

The crowd split into two rows, and a stooped old man walked out from among them.

Looking at the trafficker couple in front of him, his gaze was equally cold, even bloody.

He struck the ground hard with his cane and rasped: "Then who funded your children’s education? Who let them make something of themselves? Who freed them from the generations of poverty in Cai Family Village?"

The villagers’ eyes turned bloodshot, shouting to the heavens:

"President Wang!"

"President Wang!"

"President Wang!"

"Good!"

The old man’s words were powerful, his aged voice carrying unquestionable authority: "Our great benefactor, the provider of our food and clothing, the guarantor of our children’s success!"

"Our great benefactor, when his precious daughter was kidnapped, we didn’t do much to help."

"But now, the traffickers who kidnapped our benefactor’s daughter have run to our village, what is this, this is destiny!"

Like an ancient high priest, the old man’s speech grew more excited, and the surrounding people’s breathing became more rapid, like a series of volcanoes about to erupt, only waiting for a trigger to ignite the world completely.

"Think about it, if it were your daughter kidnapped by traffickers, wouldn’t you be heartbroken, wouldn’t you want to tear the traffickers to pieces?"

"Bang!"

The old man lifted his cane, suddenly pointing to a strong man on the left:

"Old Third, when your daughter Erni was sick, and you couldn’t afford treatment, who rushed over at night to pay the bill?"

A strong man named Old Third instantly stood up straight, excited: "Yes, not only did the big boss come in person, but he also took the initiative to negotiate with the doctor to put my daughter in a private ward, the cleanest, oh my, that looked even better than the hotels on TV."

"Old Fifth, when your mother passed, and you couldn’t afford a coffin, who helped with your mother’s funeral?"

Another strong man stepped forward, his face scarred, looking quite fierce, but speaking quietly: "It was the big boss!"

"Not only that, but the big boss also personally came to carry my mother’s coffin, and he helped find a job for my son, Hu Zi. The big boss is a mountain of kindness to me!"