Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian stood by the roadside, watching the pedestrians coming and going on the street, the neon lights casting colorful shadows on his face.

"Yongzhen, in this cannibalistic world, these people are even more despicable than human traffickers, and they deserve to die even more."

Ma Yongzhen stood behind him, his fists clenched, veins bulging. His sister was in poor health and had seen many doctors, many pharmacies, and many disdainful looks.

He knew there was a lot of injustice in the world, but he didn't know it was this injustice.

Where are the parents of those children, those children who are used as animals in performances?

Who will save them?

"Young Master, how many more such dirty things do you think there are?"

"countless."

Lin Tian turned to look at him. "Yongzhen, do you want to give those children justice?"

Ma Yongzhen was stunned for a moment. He thought that seeking justice meant reporting to the authorities, going to the police station, or going to those in uniform.

But having worked at the docks for so long, he knew that people in uniforms couldn't be trusted.

"Young Master, what is justice?"

Lin Tian pulled a black gun from his pocket, gleaming coldly, and handed it to him.

"Do you know how to use this thing?"

Ma Yongzhen's pupils contracted slightly. He took the gun, weighed it in his hand, and the icy touch made his scalp tingle.

"meeting."

He had learned to use a homemade hunting rifle back in his hometown, not this kind of sophisticated foreign gun.

But the principle is similar: aim, pull the trigger.

"That's good."

Lin Tian pulled out a few more magazines from his pocket and handed them to him. "I brought you here today to vanquish the demons. We'll leave no one alive in this circus."

Ma Yongzhen's hands were trembling slightly, but his eyes were firm. He recalled the eyes of those children—numb, desperate, empty…

He thought of his sister; if he hadn't protected her, would she have ended up in the same situation?

"Young Master, I'll listen to you."

The two did not enter through the main entrance.

Ma Yongzhen led Lin Tian around to the back of the circus, where a row of low shacks made of wooden planks and tarpaulins were where the performers and animals lived.

The air was thick with a stench; feces, sweat, and rotting flesh were mixed together, making one want to vomit.

The faint sound of a child crying, like a kitten meowing, came from a shed.

Lin Tian followed the sound and lifted the oilcloth. The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, but his eyes were different; he could see in the dark.

Several children huddled in a corner, covered in dog skins, monkey skins, and various animal skins.

Their eyes were like those of small, speechless animals.

"Who?"

A rough, hoarse voice came from outside, and a man in a black jacket walked over, carrying a lantern in his hand. The light illuminated his face, which was full of fat, and a toothpick was stuck in the corner of his mouth.

He was stunned when he saw Lin Tian, ​​and his expression changed when he saw Ma Yongzhen.

"Who are you? This is backstage, you can't come in, get out, get out!"

Lin Tian's lips curled into a smile, a faint and cold smile that sent a shiver down the spine of the man in the black coat.

"Yongzhen".

Ma Yongzhen stepped forward and punched him in the stomach.

The man in the black jacket groaned, bent over, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Ma Yongzhen punched him in the back of the head again, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

The kerosene from the lantern spilled onto the ground, igniting a small flame that illuminated the shed.

The light shone on the children's faces, revealing pale, thin faces streaked with tears.

They looked at Lin Tian and Ma Yongzhen, their eyes filled with fear, confusion, and a faint glimmer of hope.

"Don't be afraid."

Lin Tian crouched down and said softly, "We're here to rescue you."

An older boy looked up, his lips trembling, "Really...really?"

Lin Tian nodded, took out a bag of cookies from his spatial storage and handed it to the boy. The boy took it, tore open the packaging, and distributed them to the other children.

They ate voraciously, like wild animals that had been starving for a long time.

Ma Yongzhen's eyes reddened. He tucked his gun into his waistband, squatted down, and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Wait here and don't make a sound. We'll take you away once we're done."

The boy nodded, stuffed the cookie into his mouth, and swallowed it with great effort.

Ma Yongzhen stood up, exchanged a glance with Lin Tian, ​​and the two walked deeper into the circus.

In the distance, the sound of gongs and drums on the stage continued.

The announcer's excited voice rang out: "Next up is tonight's grand finale—the knife-throwing spectacle!"

The audience applauded and cheered.

The places where the circus lights don't reach are the real hell on earth.

Lin Tian walked in front, with Ma Yongzhen following behind him, the two of them passing through the narrow passage one after the other.

The cries of children could be heard from time to time from the shacks on both sides, very softly, as if afraid of being heard.

Ma Yongzhen's footsteps grew heavier, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Young Master, how much further?"

"Soon."

Lin Tian stopped and listened for a while before walking toward a door with a light on.

The door was ajar, and voices could be heard coming from inside.

A rough, hoarse male voice laughed loudly: "Business is good today. We've made several hundred dollars just from tickets."

Those little rascals did a pretty good job today, especially the one in the jar. The look in his eyes, the expression—that's what the audience loves to see.

Another voice, higher-pitched and obsequious, said, "Boss is brilliant! Those kids were all bought from the countryside; they were very cheap."

Lin Tian pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was filled with smoke, and several people sat around an eight-immortal table.

There was wine and food on the table, along with a box of silver dollars.

"Who?"

The fat man in the main seat looked up and saw an eight-year-old child walk in, followed by a burly man.

Lin Tian did not answer, but instead looked at the people in the room.

There were six people in total: a fat man, an accountant, and a thug.

A smile slowly crept onto his lips, a smile that seemed innocent yet sent chills down the fat man's spine.

"Whose kid are you? What are you doing here? Get out, get out!" The fat man put down his wine glass and waved his hand impatiently.

Lin Tian did not move.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The fat man raised his voice and winked at one of the thugs next to him.

The thug stood up, strode towards Lin Tian, ​​and reached out to grab his collar.

Before his hand could even touch him, Ma Yongzhen stepped forward and punched him in the chest.

"Click—"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The thug grunted, flew backward, slammed against the wall, bounced to the ground, coughed up blood, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The fat man sobered up, the accountant dropped his pen, and the other thugs turned pale.

"Who...who are you people?" The fat man's voice trembled.

Lin Tian took a few steps forward, stood in front of the octagonal table, and looked down at the fat man.

"Where did you get those children?"

The fat man's expression changed several times: "I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

I meant...

Lin Tian slammed his hand on the table, sending the food and drinks flying and spilling soup all over the table. "Pot Girl, Dog Boy, Spider-Man, Mantis Hand, where did you get those kids?"

Cold sweat beaded on the fat man's forehead, his eyes darting around: "Those...those are the ones we raised ourselves...they're all orphans, nobody wanted them..."

"An orphan? Nobody wants him?"

Lin Tian laughed, a cold laugh. He pulled a gun from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "I'll ask you one more time, where did you get this?"

The fat man stared at the gun, his legs trembling. He'd met his match today; if he didn't speak up, he might die.

"Bought...bought from the countryside...a few silver dollars each...some were bought from human traffickers, some from poor families, and some..."

He swallowed hard, not daring to continue.

"Anything else?"

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