Aunt Gilbert and Uncle Gilbert both had their arms dislocated, hanging limply in their sleeves, appearing especially grim and horrifying.
Leaning against the cold wall, they let out pitiful cries from throbbing pain.
Caroline Edwin's hand clenched Aunt Gilbert's shoulder, a wild aura emanating from her.
"Human traffickers as oblivious as you shouldn't be in the business."
As her words fell, it was as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.
Aunt Gilbert's heart throbbed violently, her identity exposed, her nerves on edge.
She started to struggle violently, "You...when did you discover who we are?"
She could not figure out where her careful scheme had faltered.
Over the years, they had trafficked countless people and never failed, but today, they had met their match.
"Haha, fools, did you think you were invincible?"
Nana Marion, floating in the air, felt a sense of satisfaction, and the oppressive air around her dissipated slightly.
