"Have you searched everywhere?"
"Yeah. They're not around here."
"Tsk!"
The man with numerous scars on his face kicked the ground in annoyance.
"Why are we even wasting so much energy on those two brats?"
In between the thick bushes that were covered in thick leaves, two boys were curled up without caring about the small wounds caused by the thorns. They were hugging each other quietly and stayed as silent as possible. They weren't discovered yet thanks to the darkness of the night and the thorns all around them.
"I guess the boss was too offended by that woman's suicide so he wants to vent his frustration on her children. That's not something new."
"But weren't both of them boys?"
"Who cares? Plus, it's for the better. If they survive the boss's wrath, they can be sold as slaves."
"That's right!"
