Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Pleading, Cursing, and Threats
Chapter 489: Begging + Cursing + Threatening
Lao San occupied the third most powerful position in the Human Trafficking Group, not by age but by skill and achievement!
Therefore, this Lao San was certainly extraordinary.
Indeed, with just an alteration in his aura, he managed to subdue a group of people.
Lao San glared fiercely at Jiang Haidong; such a small task wasn’t executed well, exposing them before they even arrived, and almost causing a total rebellion instigated by a young girl.
“Completely useless!”
Wang Huilan also hadn’t expected the driver to suddenly steer the car off the road. Was this a sign of impending trouble?
What she expected even less was that the driver, who previously seemed so unremarkable, instantly exuded a terrifyingly powerful presence that frightened her.
She had always thought that Jiang Haidong was the one in charge on this vehicle, but now she realized that the real authority was this seemingly insignificant driver!
How had he managed to appear so inconspicuous and unnoticeable before?
“What do you want to do to us?” Her teeth were slightly chattering.
“What do we want to do? Haven’t you guessed already?” Lao San still maintained a devilish smile.
All the young women began to shiver.
He admitted it; he actually admitted what Wang Huilan said, meaning that Jiang Haidong bringing the Boss to the Jiangzhou Brigade to “recruit workers” was in fact a ploy to abduct women.
And where they were being sold was not to individual rural men merely for the purpose of continuing their lineage, but to serve in the brothels called nightclubs in the coastal city, to be used by thousands!
They were finished.
Some of the girls began to cry from fear.
Jiang Haidong greatly admired this Brother Three. With just a stance and twirling a dagger in his hand, he managed to suppress those girls who had just been on the verge of murder and rebellion.
“Stop crying!” he roared with a borrowed authority.
Not only did the girls ignore him, but they also began to curse at Jiang Haidong:
“Jiang Haidong, you’ve deceived your own people. Have you decided never to return home?”
“Jiang Haidong, you liar, you’ll not die a good death.”
“Jiang Haidong, you shall have no descendants to carry on your name.”
After a wave of cursing came threats:
“Jiang Haidong, don’t forget, your son is still studying at the Brigade.”
“Yeah, right, Jiang Haidong. If you sell me off, my dad won’t spare your son.”
“My cousin is tough. If you sell me, my cousin will surely make your son’s life a living hell every day.”
Mengyu couldn’t help but worry for these people. Such threats could only result in Jiang Haidong instructing the buyers to keep a tighter watch on them. They wouldn’t have a shred of freedom—not even a sliver.
A girl’s pleading voice overshadowed the others’ curses:
“Uncle Haidong, please, don’t sell me. I’ll have my family protect your son, no one else will harm him.”
After this girl began to beg, others joined in:
“Uncle Haidong, please talk to the Boss, don’t sell me, I’ll get my mom to give you money.”
“Uncle Haidong, I’m begging you not to sell me. When I return, I will ask my uncle, who’s the Mayor, to get you a position as a Brigade officer.”
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Mengyu shook her head: Is begging useful to someone like Jiang Haidong?
She was badly bullied when she was younger, especially when Li Chunhua beat her half to death. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t begged Jiang Haidong before.
But Jiang Haidong was a man with a heart of stone. Her pleas for help only led to Chunhua’s increased abuse, without earning a shred of assistance from Jiang Haidong.