Ammon's Grand Adventure (26)

The female trafficker, completely unaware that she had already caught the attention of plainclothes officers and the God of Deception, was still greedily stealing glances at Ammon. She was not part of an organized trafficking ring, had no fixed hunting grounds, and operated in the low-end market, selling people off to remote rural villages.

Just as Sister Qiong and A Liang had said before, once someone was sold into some mountain backwater, who cared whether they had a birthmark?

While babies were the easiest targets in the trafficking trade and the hardest to identify afterward, children around six or seven were still the most desirable when it came to selling them.

Any older, and they would remember things, making them hard to raise into obedience. Any younger, and they could not take care of themselves at all. This child seemed to be traveling alone on a long-distance bus; perhaps she could even add a label saying "capable of working as labor," which would raise the price a little.

The more she thought about it, the more the trafficker disguised as a farm woman could not take her eyes off him.

Ammon naturally noticed the increasingly focused gaze with ease, and sneered inwardly. Intense killing intent surged through him as he began considering whether to cripple her mobility like he had those two traffickers before and make her watch herself die bit by bit, or preserve her sense of pain and torture her to death slowly.

But as he thought, a stray sound suddenly appeared in his mind. It was faint, but Ammon clearly knew it was Li Anbang's voice.

It was something Li Anbang had told him shortly after bringing him home—

"Human traffickers are guilty, but that does not mean you have the right to pass Judgment on them.