Chapter 18


    Henry immediately reported, “Boss, this vige is very remote. There are indeed a lot of people here. but


    all the vigers have gone out during the day to do farm work. Most of them are returning home from the


    fields at this time, so there are few people outside the vige. Also, there are no outsiders in the vige


    all year round, so the vigers are on guard whenever an outsider enters the vige. I dared note in


    rashly lest anything bad happen, so I parked my car about a kilometer away from the vige and


    pretended to be a photographer taking pictures of mountain viges. Only then did | pretend to take


    pictures near the door of the house that we‘d located in advance. Something is strange, though, I‘ve


    been keeping watch outside the house for most of the day, but its door was closed all the time; I haven‘t


    seen any personing out of the house.”


    Vania was inwardly puzzled, but she couldn‘t be bothered about that. At this very moment, she wanted to


    see her child more than anything else. She replied right away, “Is the money ready?”


    Henry took out the leather case containing cash. “Five million in cash–not a penny less than that.”


    Vania asked indignantly, “Have you arranged the follow–up stuff? These human traffickers have


    committed so many crimes that not even death could make up for that. We mustn‘t let them hurt another


    family!”


    Henry answered, “Don‘t worry, Boss. I‘ve got everything arranged to prevent them from killing Little


    Master. As long as we manage to save him, they‘re definitely not gonna be able to run away.”


    “Okay, let‘s go.”


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    Vania followed Henry directly toward the house.


    The roads here were the most primitive kind of dirt roads, and there were no streetlights. It was


    completely dark in the mountains at this time of night, and the road, which was full of bumps and hollows,


    was extremely difficult to walk on. Vania‘s heart sank further with every step she took. They had done


    some investigation beforeing, and the family living in this house was a bunch of traffickers who sold


    children. Since all they wanted was money, they didn‘t care about the children‘s welfare or living


    conditions, and the means by which they managed these children were extremely cruel.


    ording to their investigation, Vania‘s son had only been resold and transferred here very recently. In


    just five years, he had been moved to many ces and sold countless tim ‘hich made him live a life of


    vagrancy without a permanent residence. Vania was distressed wl she thought of this. At such a tender


    age, her son was supposed to grow up by his mother‘s side out worry, enjoy a wonderful childhood, and


    receive education while learning whatever he liked. However, he had suffered all kinds of hardships and


    lost everything he had originally been entitled to because of Mnie. How could Vania not be


    heartbroken and resentful for this?


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    “Boss, it‘s here.”


    They arrived at the door to the house. The house was lit at this moment; it was just that this ce was


    too remote to be connected to electricity yet. The faint candlelight shone through the window, making the


    tottering house appear even more spooky.


    Vania stood at the door withplicated feelings. This dpidated ce is much, much worse in


    comparison to the modernized Hammond. And yet in such a shabby house, there lived my son, whom I


    miss day and night, she thought. At this very moment, she found herself somewhat unable to move a


    step further. On her way here, she had pictured countless times the scene of her reunion with her son,


    imagining what he looked like and what his response would be when he saw her. Would they hug each


    other and burst into tears, or look at each other without saying a word? Would he acknowledge her, who


    had lost him for years, as his mother? Would he me her? Feeling a twinge of sadness in her chest,


    she took a deep breath before saying in a hoarse voice, “Let’s go in.”


    “Yes, Boss.” Henry went over and knocked on the door first, while Leo and Vania followed him closely.


    Knock! Knock! Knock! “Is there anyone? Is anyone inside? Open the door. Is there anyone?”


    They knocked on the door several times in a row, but there was no answer. Seeing what had happened,


    they exchanged a brief look with one another as a bad feeling arose in their guts at the same time.