Chapter 1735
My Mr. Song is extremely protective!
Author: The snow of an iceberg MACHINE TRANSLATION
Song Yi sneered, âyouâre not telling the truth, are you? Then letâs try and see if itâs your mouth or my hands that are hard. â The strength in his hands became stronger, and there was a cracking sound, like the sound of bones breaking.
âAh! â Fatty Sun screamed. He felt that his shoulder bone had been crushed in an instant.
The people on the ground saw it and were so scared that their hearts were thumping.
Feng Tao squatted on the ground and randomly picked a dagger. He played with it in his hand and glanced at the human traffickers squatting on the ground. Before they could react, he threw the dagger in his hand toward the photo on the wall.
The dagger was inserted into the photo, leaving only the handle outside.
This shocked the human trafficker on the ground.
âDid he throw the dagger in? â
âYes! I saw it with my own eyes. Otherwise, I wouldnât believe it. Itâs too scary. â
âIs he still human? â
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Fatty Sun listened to his subordinates. There were different opinions, but they didnât care about his injury. He was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off.
Song Yi looked at fatty who was lying on the ground. âAre you still not going to tell the truth? â
Fatty Sun heard the manâs voice, and his body trembled as he thought of the pain he felt just now. He nodded like a chicken catching rice. âIâll tell you. What do you want to know? Iâll tell you everything, okay? â
After hearing that, Song Yi found a chair in the house and sat down.
âJust answer the question. Iâll ask you two questions.
âYou have to tell the truth. If I know that youâre lying, Iâll make you suffer ten times more than before. â
Fatty Sun got up from the ground and touched his shoulder with his hand. His hand immediately shrank. When he went back, he found that he didnât dare to touch the place where he was pinched just now.
âMy name is Sun Qifa. My nickname is fatty sun. Iâve been in the trafficking industry for five years.
âYou asked me just now how many women Iâve sold. I really donât know.
âEven if itâs not 10,000, itâs still a few thousand.
âafter I get them, Iâll try to contact my subordinates and have them sell the criminals.
âAs for where they go, most of them are in remote mountainous areas. There are also some of the more top-quality ones that Iâve secretly sold to foreigners. â
Song Yi frowned. âThen how many people do you have under your control? â He didnât expect that this small criminal gang would sell so many people.
They sold thousands of people in five years. What kind of concept was that?
Fatty Sun took out a notebook from his waist with trembling hands and handed it to Song Yi.
âeverything I can contact is written in this notebook. Some of them contacted me.
I donât know anything about them at all.
âbrother, Iâve told you everything I know. Forgive me for being blunt, but your salary is low. âI just want to ask, how much money do I have to give you to let me go? â He calculated in his heart. He had more than 300,000 yuan in his savings. He didnât know if it was enough to escape this disaster.
Song Yi took the notebook and looked through it casually. He found that there were dozens of people who had gone offline. Most of the contact details were written with code names. At the end, he added the contact details.
Putting the notebook into his pocket, Song Yi stood up from the chair. âFatty Sun, how much do you think you can buy your life? â
â100,000? â Fatty Sun asked tentatively. Seeing that the other party was unmoved, he gritted his teeth. â200,000? â
Song Yi smiled and touched his chin. âYouâve worked for five years and youâve earned 200,000? â