What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Her hands were scraped raw and bloody from the gravel and rubble after only a few digs in the ground, but the woman trafficker seemed oblivious to it.

"Fanglan, don't scare me."

The man trafficker, watching the woman's behavior, was even more confused and unsure of what to do.

He struggled to get off the three-wheeled vehicle, dragging the leg that Lin Chang'an had broken, trying to stop the woman.

But the pain in his leg caused him to stagger two steps before collapsing to the ground.

"Fanglan, Fanglan, help me up! We need to get out of here right now."

The man traffickers finally came to their senses and realized that their most important task was to escape.

It's easy to say, but how do you escape?

That damned beast pulled out their keys, he deserves to die, he deserves to die!

Anger was burning within him.

The woman trafficker ignored him and continued digging tirelessly on the ground.

"I've found it! I've found it!..."

In just a short while, her fingers had become a mass of rotten flesh and dirt.

The pain made her tremble with each dig.

But she didn't care at all.

"Fanglan! You've gone mad!"

Seeing the woman's frantic state, the man crawled over, grabbed her arm, and tried to stop her.

The woman trafficker was grabbed by one hand, and she stopped moving, pausing for two seconds.

Then she suddenly turned her head and looked at the man.

"Am I crazy? You can tell? Am I crazy?"

Looking at the woman's face covered in blood, tears, and mud, looking disheveled and unsightly, the man felt a surge of bitterness he couldn't find a way to vent.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped the woman across the face.

One, two, three...

"Don't go crazy. Now is not the time to go crazy. Let's figure out a way to get out of here quickly, or it will be too late."

The woman's face was slapped so hard it swayed from side to side, like a rag doll being manipulated at will.

"Yes, it's too late, it's too late!"

The woman seemed to finally come to her senses from her frenzy, and she silently looked at the man.

All movement stopped, eyes were bloodshot and lifeless.

"You're right, it's too late, it's all too late."

She stumbled to her feet, muttering to herself as she climbed into the three-wheeled vehicle and continued searching.

"There's only one key, and the car won't move."

The man trafficker reminded him, and he seemed quite rational.

The woman said "oh," and a few seconds later, she climbed out of the car again.

He was just muttering something under his breath, his mind elsewhere.

"What did you say?" The man couldn't hear her whisper.

The woman wiped the blood and mud from her face, her eyes seemingly unfocused, landing on the man's face.

"Do you think my son will ever be found?"

Her eyes were vacant, as if she were asking the man, or perhaps the air itself.

"I found...I found...I looked."

The man trafficker stammered, explaining that this was their livelihood.

If a person is abducted, it is almost impossible to find such a young child.

"A person might just have gotten lost on their own; it's not necessarily that someone kidnapped them..."

The man added a comment from behind, a comment meant for the woman, but also for himself.

"Really?" A glimmer of light appeared in the woman's eyes.

"Um, I...I..."

The man's mind was in turmoil, a statement he himself didn't believe.

Lost?

How could it be so easy to get lost?

How could it be lost? It's been missing for a whole day.

"You're lying to me, aren't you?"

When the woman saw the man stammering, her face fell.

"My son, he's definitely gone, definitely gone..."

The woman appeared dazed and unsteady, as if she could no longer stand.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. If you weren't so incompetent, if you were capable... I was blind to be with a good-for-nothing like you, a good-for-nothing who can't do anything... It's all because of you, it's all because of you, that I ended up with you, you kidnapper. Karma, karma... Give me back my son, give me back my son."

The woman stumbled and fell into the man's arms, knocking him down as he struggled to his feet and crashing into the three-wheeled vehicle.

The man gave a low growl and tried to push the woman away and stand up, but as soon as he moved, he felt a burning pain in his lower abdomen.

The woman was on top of him, whimpering.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."

Her hand slid across the man's lower abdomen, the sticky, hot liquid seeping onto her hand.

"What...are you doing...?"

The man shuddered in pain, and the agony made him raise his hand and shove the woman up hard.

The woman collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The man tried to sit up, but the pain in his lower abdomen prevented him from doing so.

He struggled to lift his eyes and look down.

A knife was stuck in his abdomen, and blood had stained his pants and clothes red.

The men were all stunned.

Did he get stabbed by his own woman?

"Ge Fanglan, what the hell are you doing?"

The man wanted to yell, but as soon as he uttered a sound, his whole body trembled with pain.

The woman smiled bitterly at the man, her eyes unfocused.

"My son, my son, Zheng Guomin, give me back my son, give me back my son..."

As she spoke, she pounced on him again.

"Retribution! This is all retribution!"

"Ge Fanglan, you son of a bitch, you lunatic, put the knife down... ah..."