The human trafficker spoke with a rampant and arrogant tone.
He seemed unfazed by everything Chief Liang had set up outside.
In their conversation, he had already led Wang Chen up to the second floor of the factory building.
As Wang Chen climbed the last step, he roughly made out the situation in front of him.
This level was about two hundred square meters.
Aside from some prominent concrete pillars, there were also some oil drums and old clutter piled up.
At that moment, there were nine people present, aside from Wang Chen.
They were three hostages and six traffickers.
The three hostages were not placed together, but completely separated.
The youngest boy was tied to the railing by the window.
A woman in her early twenties was tied to the concrete pillar at the west entry, her hair slightly disheveled, covering her cheeks, rendering her features indistinguishable.
