At the corridor of the abandoned factory.
Ye Qian stood with his hairs towering in the air while about 10 men holding axes and knives pounced on him with a fierce gaze.
But one could also see the slight fear in their eyes.
Ye Qian just stood there unfazed by the men while his thoughts turned chaotic as he heard more of the kid's cries.
He had been using his divine sense from the time he came to this factory, but most of his attention was on the sleeping children who were locked in the basement which was about 10 meters under the ground.
Ye Qian's eyes turned more red with anger and the small blaze of fire which was already burning in his eyes intensified.
Meanwhile, three men with their axes came right in front of Ye Qian.
They were not at all worried about it since their aims were fixed on Ye Qian's head and neck.
