"Fuck your mother, you child trafficker! I'll fucking kill you!"
At the connection between the cars, when the child inside the sack was exposed, a tall passenger who had been watching the commotion while waiting to get off at the station cursed loudly. Then, gritting his teeth, he stepped forward and kicked the trafficker square in the face.
The trafficker, whom Wang Yan had already knocked down with a kick and left clutching his stomach with muffled groans, was kicked even more miserably. The cartilage in his nose snapped.
The trafficker cried out in pain, then quickly rolled over, clasped his hands over his head, curled up, and hunched his back.
Fortunately, the space here was narrow enough for only two people to stand side by side. Wang Yan stood to one side, shielding the child and blocking the way, leaving only that passenger to kick the trafficker viciously.
After he had kicked him several times, Wang Yan finally stopped him. "All right, all right, that's enough. Keep kicking and you'll kill him."
"He deserves to die! Fuck him! That bastard still had the nerve to curse people for having kids with no assholes? Fuck you!" Still not satisfied, the passenger went up and gave him another kick.
"He deserves it, but I don't deserve this." Wang Yan reached out and pushed the furious passenger away. "If he dies on this train, everyone on board will have to write reports."
After calming the passenger down, Wang Yan carried the unconscious child in his arms and dragged the trafficker, who was playing dead, through the cars toward the dining car.
The passengers on the train had all heard the announcement. Now that they saw Wang Yan holding an unconscious child in one hand and dragging a man with the other, how