Traveling through the busy farmland of a peasant girl

Chapter 380: Encirclement and Suppression of Human Traffickers

In this bustling and noisy city street, a thrilling action is quietly unfolding.

The elites carefully planned and arranged by Nangong Qi, and the capable personnel meticulously deployed by Su Ran, were like two well-trained arrows, accurately shooting at the magician's performance scene.

When the two teams crossed each other, they simply exchanged a brief and tacit understanding with their eyes, and then quickly dispersed, each rushing to their assigned tasks.

The party responsible for capturing the magician and his core gang rushed to the backstage like an agile cheetah.

They were agile and moved quickly, moving freely through the intricate backstage passages, leaving the magician and others no chance to escape.

The other team, like hunters hidden in the darkness, searched the bustling crowd with sharp eyes for those big men with ulterior motives who were trying to escape and report the news.

Relying on their keen observation and accurate judgment, they moved quickly through the gaps in the crowd. Every move they made was as fast as lightning. In a short while, those big men were subdued one by one.

In an instant, the entire scene fell into chaos. The surrounding people, who were confused as to what was happening, were stunned by this sudden change.

A moment later, noisy discussions and questions surged like a tide.

Someone's face flushed red as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Why are these innocent people being arrested in broad daylight? Is there any law?"

The voice was filled with anger and confusion, as if it wanted to break through the chaotic scene and seek a fair answer.

However, the men in black were like cold statues, ignoring these questions. They stood tall, their eyes fixed firmly on everything around them, their hands tightly gripping sharp swords, the flashing cold light seeming to silently declare their determination.

Seeing this, the magician and his accomplices would never let go of the opportunity to incite people.

A glint of cunning flashed in their eyes, and then they began to tearfully recount their "grievances".

The magician's originally eloquent mouth was now even more incessant, and his words were full of grievance and innocence, as if he was a poor man who was maliciously framed.

The assistants also echoed on the side. Their expressions were sad and their acting was realistic, trying to confuse the people around them and cause greater chaos.

The crowd was moved by their performance and the discussion became more intense. Many people looked aggrieved and clenched their fists, as if they wanted to seek justice for these "wronged" people.

But when their eyes fell on the cold sword in the black-clothed man's hand, the courage in their hearts instantly dissipated. They could only watch cautiously from a distance, muttering words of dissatisfaction in a low voice.

At this chaotic moment of stalemate, a few shrill shouts broke the deadlock.

Several women and men with haggard faces and despair in their eyes were seen stumbling towards the crowd.

Their hair was disheveled and their clothes were in disarray, and it was obvious that they had been searching and running around for a long time.

"My child, where are you?" A woman cried out in tears and a hoarse voice. Her voice was filled with endless pain and longing, which was heartbreaking.

The men's faces were filled with anxiety as they looked around, not missing any corner where children might be hiding. Their shouts echoed in the crowded streets, interweaving into a melody full of sadness.

A moment later, another team of men in black appeared, escorting several burly men.

These big men had faces full of flesh, but at this moment they looked pale and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

Behind them was a group of crying children. These children were of different ages, the youngest was only three or four years old, still in ignorance, and could only cry loudly;

The oldest one was only about ten years old, but his eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

Their clothes were tattered and their hair was disheveled, and it was obvious that they had suffered a lot.

Shen Li stood aside, her eyes sharp as a torch, and she spotted a boy and a girl in the crowd at a glance. They were the two children she had seen when she first came here, shrouded in mysterious black cloth and claimed to have been sent home by magic.

Now, they huddled in the crowd, their bodies trembling constantly, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

There were traces of tears on that young face, which made people feel pity.

When the people around saw this scene, their doubts deepened, but in this chaotic situation, no one dared to step forward and ask.

At this moment, there was a woman with messy hair, red and swollen eyes, and tears streaming down her face.

She completely ignored the guards' attempts to stop her and staggered towards the girl and boy. Every step she took seemed so difficult yet determined.

Her throat seemed to be choked by sadness, and the voice she uttered was shrill and hoarse: "Children! My children!" The voice seemed to penetrate the noisy streets and go straight into everyone's heart.

She finally rushed to the children and held them tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to use her arms to build a safe barrier for them and never let go.

The two children also snuggled tightly in their mother's arms and cried loudly. Their cries of "Mom! Mom!" were so heartbreaking that everyone around them was moved.

At this moment, what is there that the onlookers don’t understand as they watch this scene?

Those so-called magicians who speak sweet words and act mysteriously on the stage are clearly human traffickers who have lost all conscience and deserve to be cut into pieces!

Suddenly, a burst of angry roars erupted from the crowd. Everyone's emotions were completely ignited. In the excitement, they bent down, picked up the rotten vegetable leaves scattered on the ground, and threw them at the human traffickers with all their strength.

Some people had nothing to throw, but they took off their smelly socks without hesitation, frowned, and threw them at the human traffickers with disgust on their faces.

For a moment, rotten vegetable leaves and smelly socks were flying all over the sky, accompanied by people's shouting and cursing, forming a unique and angry picture.