RYEY -Chapter 340 Meeting the Human Traffickers

Director Yang hurriedly introduced the state-owned restaurant nearby, praising how good their breakfast was. He even intended to treat everyone this time, but Old Master Wu declined.

“Comrade Yang Jianguo, first of all, on my own behalf, I thank you for saving my granddaughter. I will repay this favor at an appropriate time in the future.”

“As for cracking down on and eliminating human traffickers, you do deserve credit. However, your response was too slow—though I do understand the difficulties you face. In that case, I will propose that your public security department be provided with additional means of transportation.”

Yang Jianguo felt a surge of joy. The anxiety and fear he had endured these past few days could finally come to an end, and he might even receive some vehicles—though he didn’t know whether that meant bicycles, motorcycles, or cars.

Moreover, reading between the lines, he sensed that his position as bureau chief might also see some changes. After all, he was the one who had personally rescued the Wu family’s little girl.

“After we finish breakfast and come back, I want to see those traffickers,” Old Master Wu spoke again.

Yang Jianguo nodded repeatedly. These people had fallen into the hands of Little Cheng Li and Wu Xiaolin this time—no one could really blame them for what followed.

After breakfast, everyone returned to the Public Security Bureau. The large conference room was already filled with people. Five traffickers, wearing handcuffs and shackles, were escorted in by the police.

The husband and wife among them spotted Cheng Li and Wu Xiaolin at a glance. Their hearts skipped a beat. When they had tricked these two children, they had felt uneasy inside.

They had clearly wanted to give up at the time, but seeing how exquisitely handsome and delicate the children were, greed overcame caution. Sure enough, retribution had come.

Li Huan stood up, picked up Little Cheng Li, and asked with a smile who had hit him. Little Cheng Li pointed at one of the men, unconsciously touching the back of his head.

Li Huan placed Little Cheng Li back into Cheng Qiao’s arms and walked out step by step. Everyone looked puzzled—where was he going?

Before long, Li Huan returned carrying a brick. He aimed it at the back of the head of the man who had struck Little Cheng Li and smashed it down viciously.

“So you dared hit my son! You dared hit my son!”

The trafficker was knocked to the ground instantly, but Li Huan didn’t stop. He kicked again and again at the man’s soft spots with all his strength until blood spilled from the man’s mouth.

Wu Jiawei also stood up, staring at the man. Just now, Xiaolin had told him that it was this man who had kicked her shoulder, leaving her arm unable to move properly for days.

Seeing Wu Jiawei approach, Li Huan smiled and stepped back a few paces. Sure enough, Wu Jiawei’s foot came down on the man’s shoulder. With a sudden twist of his foot, the man screamed miserably.

From Wu Jiawei’s movements, Li Huan could tell that he was a trained fighter—far more skilled than himself. Indeed, there was always someone stronger; he had gotten a little carried away.

Yang Jianguo turned his face away, pretending not to see anything, though he felt a trace of sympathy for the trafficker. This was exactly what “hit the small one and the big one comes” meant—revenge, swift and brutal.

Ye Jun lifted his head slightly. Although Li Huan had beaten the man bloody, his blows were nowhere near as vicious as Wu Jiawei’s. With that single stomp, Wu Jiawei had shattered the man’s shoulder, completely crippling his arm.

Before the trafficker’s screams had even died down, Wu Jiawei stepped on his other side. This time, the trafficker didn’t scream at all—he passed out completely.

Cheng Qiao stood up, holding a flatbread she had bought extra at breakfast. Smiling, she walked over to the female trafficker.

“Miss, my son said you gave him a sesame cake. I don’t have sesame cake here, so I’ll give you this flatbread instead.”

The woman really was hungry, but the look she gave the flatbread was filled with fear. Her instincts told her that something had been added to it—she just didn’t know what.

“Go on, eat it. You don’t want to be forced, do you?”

Cheng Qiao kept smiling as she pushed the flatbread forward. The woman glanced at the unconscious man, clenched her teeth, took the bread, and ate it.

Either way meant death—better to die full. Yet after swallowing the bread, she felt nothing unusual at all. She couldn’t help feeling puzzled. Could this woman really be kind enough to give her food?

Cheng Qiao sneered inwardly. How could the stuff she’d added take effect so quickly? Director Yang had just said these people would face the people’s judgment—there were still at least two days before they’d be “eating peanuts.”

So after they left, this woman would suffer pain unlike anything before—unable to eat, unable to relieve herself, wracked with pain yet unable to find any wound.

It was a poisonous powder that rotted lungs and hearts alike—blackening the heart, ruining the lungs. For trafficking children everywhere, for the countless families destroyed by their greed.

“Little sister, thank you.”

The woman looked at Cheng Qiao with genuine gratitude. She had tricked her son, yet this woman still repaid her with food—truly a fool. Though her son, it seemed, was far smarter than she was.

The traffickers were led away. Just then, one man kept turning his head to look at Cheng Qiao, confusion showing in his eyes. Before he could say anything, he was taken away by the police.

Cheng Qiao picked up Little Cheng Li and got into the car. Little Cheng Li nestled against her, clinging to her more than ever before, melting Cheng Qiao’s heart.

“Son, suffering a loss teaches you a lesson. No matter how happy you’re playing, you must always be aware of your surroundings—even if your parents are with you.”

Little Cheng Li nodded. But his next sentence made Cheng Qiao’s heart suddenly race. She looked at him in disbelief.

“Say that again.”

“Mom, the trafficker who left last looks a lot like Grandpa.”

Cheng Qiao pointed at Ye Jun. Little Cheng Li shook his head. If it wasn’t Ye Jun, then it must be Cheng Liguo.

Only then did Cheng Qiao remember that her father had brothers and sisters.

After she was born, because her maternal grandfather announced he was severing ties with his daughter Zhao Min, the Cheng family realized there was no benefit to be gained. They, too, declared they were cutting off relations with her parents.

Cheng Liguo had never imagined that the younger siblings he had raised and protected would be so opportunistic. Even his parents had completely abandoned him.

In the end, Cheng Liguo resolutely signed a severance document. At his mother’s demand, he paid five hundred yuan as upbringing expenses and completely cut ties with the Cheng family.

For a time, Cheng Liguo had even considered changing his surname, but the implications were too great. Even with the severance document, changing his surname would still require his father’s consent.

He could already imagine the price he’d have to pay to obtain that consent and felt it wasn’t worth it. Fine—he’d keep the surname Cheng. The country was vast; plenty of people shared the same name.

Thus, in Cheng Qiao’s mind, there had never been any impression of the Cheng family. She hadn’t expected Little Cheng Li, sharp-eyed and attentive, to notice that the last man looked very much like his maternal grandfather.

Cheng Qiao glanced at Li Huan. He was driving and hadn’t heard Little Cheng Li’s words at all. But Ye Jun had heard everything clearly—and couldn’t help letting out a sigh.