After emerging from the tunnel exit—the entrance to the market—Gongyang Mo finally saw the scene before him clearly. His handsome face immediately turned solemn.
He discreetly glanced at Tang Wulin and asked in a low voice,
"Little Tong, can you still hold on?"
Tang Wulin nodded.
"Don't worry, Brother Mo. I'm fine."
Only then did Gongyang Mo let out a sigh of relief. After all, this was Tang Wulin's first time carrying out a mission away from home, and he had immediately witnessed such a disgusting scene. Gongyang Mo was worried that Tang Wulin would not be able to take it.
In truth, Gongyang Mo had carried out missions for the Shrek Inspection Group for many years, crusading against countless Evil Soul Masters and utterly vile people. He had seen no shortage of scenes even more revolting than this. At least for now, this human-trafficking market had merely cast aside all human decency. In terms of sheer disgust, it was not even as bad as the previous Hand of Death incident.
Tang Wulin clenched his fists. To be honest, he had indeed been deeply shaken, but not by the darkness of human nature. Rather, he was astonished by the scale of this market.
As far as Tang Wulin knew, the small hotel they had chosen was merely one of nearly a hundred entrances to the market. Given the size of Tianyun City, the scale of this underground market was absolutely abnormal. At the very least, it was impossible for the authorities not to have noticed it.
But why was it still allowed to exist? There was only one obvious answer.
The authorities had permitted its existence.
Just thinking about that conclusion sent a chill through his heart. If even human trafficking on such a massive scale could be tolerated, Tang