Became a vicious male mother

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The purpose of the footsteps was clear, but he didn't know what had triggered the group's alertness.

They were almost at the iron gate.

A dark mass.

Two red eyes suddenly flashed past through the gap.

That outfit... belongs to the security guard who worked at the slaughterhouse entrance before.

Gu Xinglan's heart skipped a beat. His mind raced as he tried to find a way to survive from the details of his memory. He gritted his teeth and, instead of running away, rushed straight towards the other person, shouting anxiously, "Help! A reporter has infiltrated!"

As he got closer, the bloodthirsty aura hit him and knocked him down instantly.

The whip flew out from the waist and made a crisp clinking sound against something in the other person's hand in mid-air.

A flash of cold light appeared—was it a longsword or a broadsword?

The group of people were even more anxious than him, their bodies radiating blood, their thick, long legs constantly pushing inwards.

As Gu Xinglan fell, black marks were left on the back of his hand from the other person's foot, and the pain reconnected to his arm, pricking his nerves.

What divine law did he break with his right hand? It gets injured again and again.

Gu Xinglan swallowed hard and rushed out.

Once outside the passage, accompanied by a system voice in his mind saying "Climb quickly!", he took a running start and soon scaled the wall.

But misfortunes never come singly.

A crowd of people was gathered outside.

Upon seeing the row of hand whips they were holding, my heart stopped beating for a moment.

Gu Xinglan rolled down to the ground and heard shouts of "Catch him!" behind her, along with the sound of whipping.

System: [Run to the right!]

He climbed over the wall, scooped up a handful of sand, and threw it behind him.

Gu Xinglan's leg muscles twitched incessantly, and for some reason, he remembered that face in his mind, that face that gave him a sense of security, but it was blurry.

"This way!"

Not far away, an old face suddenly appeared behind a withered tree, his voice hoarse and urgent.

It was the same elderly sanitation worker I had encountered before.

Those eyes were no longer empty and lifeless; they now perfectly reflected the group of people chasing after them, filled with fear.

The old man quickly took off running.

Gu Xinglan followed closely behind.

Practice makes perfect, and now, on my second time following the old man around, I've already gained some experience.

Amidst all sorts of twists and turns, the two of them ran for an unknown amount of time.

The sounds of whips rubbing and striking behind me gradually subsided.

Until they ran out of the grove.

The old man pointed to the road ahead with his broom: "Young man, run this way!"

His loud, labored breathing led him closer and closer to the gas station.

Seeing the benches that are typical of gas stations, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“That’s just how the world is.” A hoarse voice, panting heavily, rang out.

"I think you shouldn't show your face in this area for a while, those people won't let you get away with it!"

The old man's eyes were cloudy, and he kept breathing in and out. He ran to the bench, raised his head high, and gave the impression that he was about to die. Even his words were unclear.

Gu Xinglan felt a wave of fear. He took the water the old man threw to him, and even after the tension of the chase subsided, he kept looking back.

Seeing that the crowd behind him was not chasing after him, he finally collapsed onto the bench, his mind a complete mess.

He strained to look in the direction of the old man.

"Grandpa, why are you there?" He actually wanted to ask the old man if he knew something.

When she came out, Gu Xinglan realized how hoarse her voice was.

The old man spat out, "Me? I used to be the forest ranger for that area! I've always felt something was off about that place; every night I'd hear cries for help, it scared me half to death!"

Forest ranger?

There are indeed many trees in the suburbs of Wushui.

Seeing the other person's indignation, Gu Xinglan calmed her breathing, swallowed to moisten her voice, and then continued, "Could you tell me in detail?"

This is no longer just about hiring child laborers.

Xu Mufeng's fate is now unknown, as are those who are imprisoned.

This involves criminal law issues.

Thinking about this, my mind became a jumbled mess of thoughts.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When I looked up at the old man again.

My vision suddenly blurred.

The reflected afterimages were scattered and swaying.

He felt dizzy and faint, and only before he collapsed did he notice the mineral water in his hand that he had taken a sip of.

……

I don't know how long I slept.

My head was throbbing with pain, and I felt like my bones were about to fall apart.

I vaguely heard several rough voices around me.

"This skin is so delicate and tender, it looks like it could fetch a good price."

"The gap from last time has been sealed, making it difficult to transport."

"It's a pity it has a stem, otherwise it could have been sold in the mountains."

"It looks pretty good."

"No, this guy has to be chopped into meat!"

With a loud bang, the large knife slammed onto the cutting board, instantly chipping a gash into the surface.

The loud noise quickly dispelled the drowsiness.

System: [Host, we've left Wushui.]

? !

They've left Wushui City?!

System: [Currently at...]

"That's the downside of Fusong City. You could say it's not strict in its checks, which is a good thing, but there are few people from other places."

"When we go out like this, we attract a lot of attention."

The old man's voice rang out: "According to you, you really want to chop him up?"

"If this tall guy were made into chunks of meat, how many noodles could that make for me!"

You can tell who it is just by hearing that voice.

Gu Xinglan's stomach was churning.

He ate a bowl of noodles and meat from this person's shop.

With a rapid heartbeat and numbness in her limbs, she fell off the table as soon as she moved.

"This guy is awake."

"Take it to the warehouse!"

With his back against the floor, he immediately opened his eyes.

The lights hung from the ceiling, casting a reddish glow everywhere.

It's a large butcher shop...

With her mouth taped shut, Gu Xinglan's eyes were bloodshot.

"Look, these eyes are best eaten raw." The shop owner laughed loudly, holding a knife in his hand.

"Where is he? Take him away!"

What happened next completely stunned him.

The newcomer had messy, shoulder-length hair, scabbed wounds around his eyes, and a numb expression.

The old man, his eyes calm, uttered, "Where did this child come from?"

"I intercepted him halfway and adopted him as my godson. He's strong! Easy to raise!"

"Such a big child?" The old man shook his head: "He's unruly."

"You're wrong. You're very obedient! You'll take my surname and be called Qiang Ertie."

Pooh!

Xu Mufeng!

Gu Xinglan watched the child approach.

The child stretched out his hands, his arms covered in whip marks, and pulled on the rope binding him, dragging him along with difficulty.

……

The so-called warehouse is the processing site.

The white bones, their flesh ripped out, hung on the wall.

The walls were covered with bloody scratches from ten fingers.

Gu Xinglan huddled in the corner, her eyes barely blinking.

Is this his second kidnapping? No, it should be called human trafficking.

That reporter probably already knew something was wrong with the slaughterhouse and that shop.

That's why the person only went with him when he proposed opening a shop.

He had more information than him, which is why he focused his investigation on the shop rather than the slaughterhouse, not to mention that he could chat and laugh with the people inside the slaughterhouse.

Perhaps the slaughterhouse and the noodle shop were not the subjects of the reporter surnamed Jiang's investigation; that person wanted to follow the clues and find the root cause.

And he just happened to run into the line of fire, becoming a pawn that could be used.

The people in the corner were covered in dust, and their faces, hidden beneath the dust, were like the yellow earth of ravines, no longer white or bright.