Ammon's Great Adventure (5)

"???" The moment Ammon said that, the group of men and women exchanged glances, their expressions turning strange.

And from their gazes, Ammon sensed intense unease.

After a brief silence, the man suddenly pulled out a roll of tape from a corner. Without wasting words, he stuffed a piece of cloth into Ammon's mouth, then taped it shut.

Only then did the woman complain:

"I told you not to be cheap about this. Fine, you used less drug because you were afraid of damaging their brains, but how much could tape possibly cost?"

"Wasn't I afraid the tape would make them uncomfortable and wake them up so they'd make a fuss?" the man immediately explained. The woman, however, shot him a vicious glare.

"What's wrong with them making a little fuss? If he yells while you aren't paying attention, we'll both be screwed!"

"This place is miles from anywhere. What can he do even if he yells?" The man looked utterly unconcerned, but the woman frowned.

"Who's the boss here, you or me?"

At that, the man shut up. Only then did the woman turn to Ammon.

"I don't care whether what you said is true. As long as you behave, you'll just be eating at a different home. But if we catch you trying anything, we'll dig out one of your eyes first!"

"Mmph! Mmph!" Ammon immediately nodded hard, but with his hands and feet bound, he lost his balance and slammed face-first into the floor.

The two traffickers did not care. They walked over to the remaining two children, while Ammon, his face pressed to the ground, turned his head and watched their movements from the corner of his eye.

The two children, a boy and a girl, looked slightly older than him but could not have been