"Where did the child come from?" Su Liang's knife tip was only half an inch away from the man's eyes on the ground.
Cheng Yun whispered "Amitabha" and walked over, "Benefactor Su, let this poor monk talk to them."
"Alright." Su Liang nodded, "There are three more over there. You go talk to them."
Cheng Yun really went.
Su Liang's knife wobbled, the head bandit's face turned pale, and he shouted, "The child...we bought him! We don't know whose family he's from!"
"Why would you buy a child? Are you infertile?" Su Liang asked coldly.
"Buying him and reselling him would make a profit!" The head bandit's voice trembled.
Trafficker? Su Liang's face turned even colder, "Who wants to buy the child?"
In this world, traffickers mostly abducted and sold girls, selling them to brothels or as maids.
