After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 We Are Here to Save You

The moment the words "kill you" fell, Hu San immediately shivered.

He was also seasoned in the underworld, and could clearly see that the youth before him wasn’t merely making empty threats, but was genuinely giving him a choice.

Either obey his commands or die here.

Two paths, his to choose.

"No, no, no!" Hu San exclaimed in terror, "I’ll cooperate! I’ll cooperate!"

Even if he were to be arrested by the police, there would still be a chance for trial. No matter how evil his crimes, the police wouldn’t just kill him on the spot.

But if he were to refuse the demand of the person before him, Hu San felt that in the next second, his head could probably be pierced by a bullet.

"All those girls... those girls are all locked up in the basement of my villa in the suburbs," Hu San chattered.

"Exact address." Lu Youming spoke coldly.

"Longjing Villa, number 28."

As soon as Hu San finished speaking, Han Jing already started searching for the address on his phone, and soon found it.

It wasn’t far, about a twenty-minute drive from where they currently were.

Seeing the people in front of him exchange glances, Hu San’s tension eased for just a moment, when suddenly, the black-haired youth drew a chilling dagger seemingly from nowhere and emotionlessly stabbed towards his back.

Hu San was frighted, screaming in agony, but felt no pain.

Looking down, he realized that the ropes binding his hands had been cut through by the youth’s single slash.

Before he could get a word out, he was dragged onto the car by Han Jing.

Han Jing threw a pen and paper at him, commanding him to write down all the contact information and basic details of his subordinates.

These three people wearing masks were armed with knives and guns and skilled in combat; that terrifying monster of a girl who beat Tu Shan half to death and could stop a car single-handedly was even more frightening.

Even with his hands free, Hu San dared not resist or try to flee. And it wasn’t an option to call the police – that would be like leaping into a net of his own accord.

So trembling, he picked up the pen.

Just as he was about to write the first character, a pitch-black handgun was directly pressed against his waist.

Lanyu held the gun with one hand while playing with a phone confiscated from Hu San with the other, his handsome brow and eyes exuding a ruthless chill: "I advise you not to have any crooked ideas."

"In these twenty minutes, you’d better clearly write down all the information about the people under you involved in kidnapping and trafficking girls, as well as those responsible downstream for delivering these girls to buyers."

"After we find those girls you’ve imprisoned, we will hand you over to the police. We will leave this paper with them, and you will cooperate with them to make arrests."

"If we discover any omissions or find out you aren’t cooperating with the police, even if you’re in a detention center or prison, we have ways to make you suffer. Understand?"

Hu San’s hand trembled: "...Understand, understand."

"Also, now tell me your Black Market account password."

Lanyu, holding Hu San’s phone, found a website from a hidden browser.

That familiar black interface – Lu Sheng saw it and was suddenly reminded of someone.

Lanyu, the girl from Beijing who had helped her find Ning Yu’s account, and then lent her own account password to her, from the K.A club group chat.

Hu San’s account showed fifty-six orders.

Meaning that, before today, Hu San had already sold fifty-six young and innocent girls.

This damn vile beast, for his own selfish gain, has completely ruined the beautiful lives that fifty-six girls in the prime of their youth should have had.

Lan Yu’s eyes turned slightly red with anger as she directly grabbed Hu San’s left hand, the one he didn’t use for writing, and twisted it until it broke on the spot.

"Ah—!!"

Hu San immediately let out a squeal like that of a pig being slaughtered.

Han Jing, annoyed by the noise that nearly burst his eardrums, glared at Hu San and stabbed his dagger into Hu San’s thigh: "Make another sound, and I’ll cut your Achilles tendon right now!"

Hu San was in so much pain he was almost dying.

But he bit his mouth so hard, his face covered in snot and tears, he didn’t dare let out a single sound.

What the hell kind of people are these...

Had he known, he would have rather reported to the police directly during his time at THE DEEP, or even better, been taken away by the police.

Even if he were in police hands, they wouldn’t be killing him, breaking his hands, or severing his tendons.

These people were simply like demons.

Hu San, with a trembling voice, confessed that out of the fifty-six transactions, only the first ten girls were transported by his men in a van to several impoverished mountainous regions in China.

Later, finding the sale price too low, he trafficked the rest of the girls overseas through smuggling routes.

And what awaited those girls was either prostitution, forced marriage, human organ trafficking, or becoming the playthings of some perverts.

It was utterly infuriating.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa Hu San had mentioned. Lan Yu took a photo of the information Hu San had written, then dragged him out of the car.

Indeed, there was an underground cell in the villa.

Descending the dark and cramped staircase, there were indeed several small rooms in the basement. Hu San, shivering, said that there were five girls currently imprisoned here, waiting to be sold.

Upon hearing this, Lan Yu immediately twisted Hu San’s right hand, breaking it as well.

Now that the information was written, Hu San had no more use for that hand.

This damned human trafficker; not to mention breaking both his arms, Lan Yu wished she could just flay him alive.

Han Jing and Lu Youming went over, tied Hu San and his driver together. They were tied up solidly against a column, encased like cocoons, and then gagged with tape.

Since Lan Yu and Lu Sheng were girls, they went into these small rooms to find the imprisoned girls.

Upon opening the first four rooms, they found that the girls inside were all lying unconscious on the floor. Lu Sheng glanced at them; Hu San must have fed them sleeping pills.

However, when they reached the fifth room and opened the door, a cold glint suddenly appeared, and a sharp object was thrust straight at them.

"Watch out!"

With a stern expression, Lu Sheng immediately embraced Lan Yu and turned around, and the sharp object grazed her cheek.

Blood flowed down Lu Sheng’s face from the scrape.

Focusing her gaze, Lu Sheng saw that the object was a spoon, sharpened to an unusually sharp edge. If she hadn’t reacted quickly, the spoon would have been plunged into Lan Yu’s throat by now.

Apparently not expecting two girls to enter, the girl in the now dirty white dress instinctively withdrew the spoon and stepped back two steps, her voice trembling.

"Who... who are you? Are you underlings of that bald man?"

Lu Sheng looked up.

This girl was petite, looking to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She had dark golden waist-length curly hair, but it was matted and sticky.

Despite the dirt on her face, it was still clear that the girl had pretty features, and she was obviously of mixed heritage. Though she had the looks of a Chinese person, her eyes were light green.

Lu Sheng knew this girl must have thought they were bad people, which was why she acted aggressively.

So she explained: "We’re not his henchmen, we’re here to save you."