Xu Xiuxiu pricked up her ears and listened intently, hearing the fierce sounds of a fight coming from the next room. She couldn't help but feel a twist in her heart, fearing that Song Yuanhuan wouldn't be able to withstand those scumbags. However, the commotion did not last long—only about five or six minutes. Soon, the next room fell silent, save for the continuous moans of pain. If Xiuxiu wasn't mistaken, it must have been Song Yuanhuan who easily took care of that group, no doubt about it.
Indeed, that was the case. A well-trained special forces operator versus a gang of unscrupulous child traffickers—who, apart from their complete lack of conscience, were no match for him—Song Yuanhuan felt no pressure fighting them with his bare hands. After beating them into crying and begging for mercy, he tore down the curtains in the room, tied up the five traffickers securely, and tossed them into a corner before checking on the rest of the place.
