"Xiang Wangxian, kidnapping your clan nephew was just a misunderstanding!"
With that one sentence, Zeng Anmin already knew.
This kid was definitely involved in human trafficking.
And what he said afterward about being nothing more than a small-time lackey...
"A small-time lackey?"
A savage glint flashed across Zeng Anmin's face. He stepped aside, revealing the Asura Hell behind him.
The Ghost Messengers were viciously pulling out the tongues of several little ghosts.
"Ahhh!!"
The little ghosts' agonized groans could not halt the Ghost Messengers' brutal strength.
Once their tongues were torn out, the little ghosts' mouths filled with blood...
"You wouldn't want the Ghost Messengers to pull out your tongue too, would you?"
Zeng Anmin grinned ferociously at Bai Zihua.
Bai Zihua could not squeeze out another word. His entire body shook as he frantically shook his head.
God knew where he found the strength, but he crawled to Zeng Anmin's feet, knelt, and kowtowed.
"Please, Commander Xiang, save me... I'll serve you like an ox or a horse..."
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and kicked him away.
"Tell me. After you kidnapped my poor nephew, who did you trade him to? And where was the transaction?"
"Be honest. If you lie, those tongue-pulling Ghost Messengers will be able to tell..."
Zeng Anmin's voice was dark and chilling.
Bai Zihua nodded desperately and said in a trembling voice,
"Since I'm already dead, I'll definitely tell the truth."
"I started kidnapping children nine years ago."
"At the time, a man in black found me."
"He... he poisoned my food while I wasn't paying attention."
"The poison was incredibly vicious. Every month, I had to get the antidote from him at a fixed time..."
"At first, I ignored him, but when the poison flared up, the pain was simply unbearable..."
"Later, I