They were all brothers, and being beaten like this made Captain Quan feel a little bit compassionate.

"I won't argue with you bastards until the matter is over."

After saying the harsh words, he turned around and let the child go.

"Which of you is Chen Yiying's child?"

None of the children answered.

Are you too afraid to say anything? Or are you not here?

Minzhou is so big, but even the captain himself doesn't believe it if there is only one group of human traffickers.

"Which of you is Chen Yiying's child?"

Captain Quan asked again as pleasantly as possible.

"Someone asked me to find Chen Yiying's child. If he didn't tell me, I would leave."

He added another sentence.

"My grandma's name is Chen Yiying"

In the corner, a dirty eight-year-old child said weakly, holding a sleeping two-year-old child in his arms.

"Come up, don't be afraid"

Captain Quan extended his hand with a gentle smile on his face.

Although he doesn't look like a good person, he is dressed like a scholar.

You won't feel much disgust at the sight of it.

The child hesitated for a while, then came over and stretched out his dirty little hands.

Big hands hold small hands.

A heart that has experienced many vicissitudes of life warms a young and pitiful heart.

Suddenly, Captain Quan's expression changed.

No, it's poisoned.

It's the soul-losing wind.

These gangsters.

It should have been just now,

There was a violent and overwhelming dizziness and nausea in his head, and Captain Quan plunged to the ground with a heart filled with panic, regret and anger.

"Brother Qiao's soul-losing wind is really powerful. If an eighth-level master says to knock him down, he will knock him down."

"I have always opposed Brother Qiao's withdrawal from the drug world."

The beggars flatter me shamelessly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Kill Quan quickly. The amount of medicine is not enough. If we let him recover, we will all die." The man called Brother Qiao frowned.

The faces of the dozen or so beggars all changed, and they hurriedly came up with daggers, and stabbed the unconscious Captain Quan with ferocious expressions.

A dignified eighth-grade master died of frustration in an instant.

"Quan Guanqing is such a weakling. He doesn't want to get rich himself, and he doesn't want his brothers to get rich either."

After a young beggar finished speaking, he spat viciously on Captain Quan's body with foul-smelling spit.

"Stop talking nonsense, quickly disfigure the face, burn the clothes, and send the body to the bun shop."

Brother Qiao ordered with a gloomy face.

If the brothers in the gang knew about such a treasonous thing as killing the helmsman, they would all be stabbed three times.

His deep gaze swept over this group of people.
Chapter completed!