"Get her! That Oriental woman will fetch a good price—don't let her escape!"
Hearing this, Su Yang was completely enraged.
Human trafficking? Who gave you the nerve?
Two ugly middle-aged men emerged from the doorway, ropes in hand as they chased after Mikasa's mother, Hirai Heiko.
In the next instant, Su Yang was already in front of them. With one punch, he caved in one man's chest.
The man with the crushed chest spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.
Then Su Yang threw another punch. This time, his right fist broke both of the other man's arms and one of his legs.
He walked toward the doorway and saw Tom Ackerman lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
Tom's hands were still tightly gripping the ankle of the last trafficker.
Su Yang could see the bloodstained blade in the trafficker's hand, as well as the disgusted expression on his face.
"Let go, you disgusting bastard!"
Su Yang steadied his breathing before charging forward again.
He was clearly only a boy of nine or ten, with skinny arms barely thicker than a baby's, yet he burst forth with terrifying speed and strength, smashing the last trafficker's right shoulder to pieces.
"Clang..."
The blade struck the ground, and the trafficker howled in agony.
Then Su Yang shattered his left shoulder and both remaining knees before kicking him in the temple and knocking him unconscious.
"Dad, do you have any last wishes?"
Having been raised by the man for a year, Su Yang—who had lost all his memories from before crossing over and only knew that he was a transmigrator along with some basic knowledge—would not forget such kindness.
"Are you alright? Where are Mikasa and Heiko?"
Tom let out a breath of relief.