Ammon's Grand Adventure (27)

After reporting the human trafficker with a disguised voice, Ammon carried his boxed meal into the shadows. Though he was confident there were no flaws in his altered voice, he still chose to hide cautiously to avoid trouble.

In fact, he had already surveyed the surrounding area, including using map navigation to identify available transportation nearby. If he noticed anything unusual, he would immediately give up on taking a vehicle and leave on foot.

Just thinking about it, he knew it would be an arduous journey. But for freedom, and to keep that damned current Lord of Mysteries from getting his way, Ammon felt he could endure it!

However, the police had deliberately let Ammon out to lure someone in, so they obviously would not spoil things by dragging him back. After the officers took away the trafficker disguised as a farmwoman and the suspected abducted infant, everything returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

Once he confirmed that all the police had left, Ammon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to the long-distance train, hugged his backpack to his chest, and slowly fell asleep while keeping one hand on his knife.

No, he did not sleep deeply at all. At the slightest disturbance, he would wake up immediately.

But nothing else happened along the way. More than ten hours later, he got off at a long-distance bus station in a small county town.

This place was already more than two hundred kilometers away in a straight line from the city where Li Anbang was. Having reached this point, he could finally relax a little and return to his old trade, beginning to "earn" his living expenses for the next few days.

This time, however, he did not target ordinary people. Instead, he set his sights on