20demayo Chapter 185 Human Traffickers (1)
Chapter 185 Human Traffickers (1)
"Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll beat them to death!"
"You're all slaves I bought with my own money, so you fucking have to work for me day and night..."
When Su Dingding opened her eyes, she saw a middle-aged man with a thick beard, shirtless, carrying a whip, pacing back and forth.
This is a small, shady workshop. It's very dirty, and the smell of foul odors mixed with the spicy aroma of seasonings creates an indescribable feeling.
A dozen or so thin men of different ages were busy with their work.
Anyone who is even slightly negligent will be whipped.
"You still dare to slack off!" The bearded man lashed out at Su Dingding with his whip.
Su Dingding grabbed the whip, "I've never done such dirty work in my life."
"Say that again? Are you looking for death!" The bearded man glared, looking like a ferocious demon.
They were arguing quite loudly, and the dogs in the yard started barking wildly.
Su Dingding took his feet out of the large basin full of chili powder and unidentified food, and then pushed the bearded man's head back in.
"How does the chili pepper I soaked my feet in taste?"
With a thick beard and his face covered in chili peppers, he was so angry that he tried to grab Su Dingding, but Su Dingding knocked over his head and the large basin.
Then some kind of spicy snack was smeared all over his head.
Su Dingding stood up, and several shirtless middle-aged men carrying knives entered, staring at him menacingly.
"You? You dare to rebel!" Several men came up and tried to beat Su Dingding.
Su Dingding grinned.
He stood still and slapped them all unconscious.
The other workers stared at her in disbelief, too stunned to move or run away.
[Host, please receive the original owner's memories first.]
The original owner's name was Fan Dalai, and he was 43 years old.
He was also a man with a tragic fate.
He was born in a rural area in the 1970s and is the youngest of six siblings.
He didn't receive much formal education and started working with his parents when he was a teenager.
When he got older, he learned the craft of shoe repair from a master craftsman in town.
He saved up some money and went back to the village to get married.
As a result, his wife ran away after giving birth to their son, Fan Yize.
Fan Dalai had raised his son to the age of three with great difficulty, but when he took his son to set up a shoe repair stall to make money, his son disappeared.
He panicked immediately. Someone told him that they had seen a woman carrying his son heading towards the south station.
Fan Dalai got up and chased after him. On the way, he asked many people, and finally someone pointed him in the right direction, which gave him hope.
Unfortunately, after chasing him from dawn till dusk, they still couldn't find any trace of their son.
He and his family searched for many days and reported it to the police, but unfortunately they still couldn't find it.
Fan Dalai felt very guilty, blaming himself for not taking good care of his son.
Therefore, he spent the rest of his life searching for Fan Yize.
He rode his tricycle, traveling between cities and villages, with missing person notices for his son on the vehicle.
With his shoe repair skills and the help of kind people, he traveled to many places.
Whenever he heard news of a possible son, he would try his luck.
During this period, he also arrested human traffickers, rescued trafficked women and children, was beaten, and was also commended.
But not being able to find his son remained a deep-seated worry for him.
Later, he was tricked into working as a handyman in an illegal workshop. He was always hungry and had to work 20 hours a day. If he didn't work, he would be whipped.
The people working here, like him, were all tricked into coming here. They can't escape from here, and they live a life worse than death every day.
Fan Dalai was even crippled by the beating and endured the ordeal for more than two months before being rescued.
Despite suffering from numerous health problems, Fan Dalai has not stopped searching for his son.
Unfortunately, he died of illness on the road before he could see his son one last time.
[Host, the original owner's wish was to find his son so that he could live a good life, and also to ensure that all human traffickers in the world would come to a bad end!] Gangzi was filled with righteous indignation.
Su Dingding looked at the several unscrupulous workshop owners she had knocked unconscious and took a lighter from one of their pockets.
The others looked at her, unsure what to do.
“If you don’t run now, you’ll miss your chance.” Su Dingding turned her head.
The group paused for a few seconds, then ran outside. One of them, only after reaching the door, remembered to say to Su Dingding, "Thank you!"
Su Dingding was the last to walk out, "Gangzi."
"Here it comes!" Gangzi started pouring gasoline.
Su Dingding was quite satisfied. She picked up a lighter, and Gangzi knew what she was going to do.
Don't blame her for being ruthless; some animals don't even deserve to be human!
The few fierce dogs in the yard tucked their tails between their legs and dared not bark again the moment they saw Su Dingding.
Su Dingding untied them, which could be considered as giving them a way out.
Then, she strode out of the courtyard and decisively tossed the lit lighter toward the workshop behind her.
A raging fire erupted behind her, illuminating the back of her head.
Su Dingding held her head high and puffed out her chest when she suddenly felt something prickly on her feet, and then she realized she wasn't wearing shoes.
【Here it is!】
Gangzi jumped out with a pair of shoes in his mouth. Looking at Su Dingding's dirty feet, he silently took two steps back.
Su Dingding pouted unhappily. How dare her Gangzi look down on her!
Gangzi looked up and saw that weathered face still trying to look cute, and surprisingly... it didn't seem out of place at all.
Su Dingding spun around, and his entire appearance changed.
She had a clean and refreshing face, slicked-back hair, and wore a black suit with a red tie. Her feet, clad in white socks, were sticking out, and Gangzi helped her put on her two leather shoes.
The fire behind them was burning brighter and brighter.
Gangzi transformed into a car again; he couldn't expect his host to leave on foot, it would be too tiring.
Su Dingding got into the car. "Gangzi, where is the person who tricked me into coming here?"
【I'll take the host to him right now!】
"Is the original owner's son still alive?" Su Dingding asked again.
[This requires a system scan, but the results will be available soon.] Gangzi has already started the process.
"very good."
Su Dingding stretched and put his hands behind his head.
Those damned human traffickers are indeed despicable. She had encountered at least four original owners of missions who had been abducted in the small worlds she had visited before.
They were all victims of human trafficking, and they suffered immense torment and pain.
We've used all the methods we could think of, so how should we punish them this time?
[Host, we've arrived. This is Old Zhang's house.]
Old Zhang has been a notorious troublemaker in the area since he was young. Now in his fifties, he has been imprisoned four times, for a total of seventeen years. He was only recently released.
After seeing the video of Fan Dalai looking for his son online, he started to have designs on Fan Dalai.
After luring people over, he took Fan Dalai to the illegal workshop, saying that his son was very likely there, and the situation was exactly as he had described.
Fan Dalai was desperate to find his son and didn't want to miss any opportunity. He never expected that someone would want an old man like him.
As a result, Fan Dalai sold it for three hundred yuan!
Su Dingding got out of the car, and Gangzi transformed into a country dog and stood at her feet.
"Gangzi, let's see Old Zhang off on his final journey!"