Huangya yelled with a swollen face, "It's these two people. Yanzisaid that the woman would be my wife and the man would stay to work as a laborer until she comes back to get married."

Song Ling and I looked at each other, and we both saw disgust in each other's eyes.

However, we didn't show any on our faces. I smiled and asked him, "Do you know who I am?"

Huang Ya spat out, "I don't care who you are, dare to hit me, and when you follow me, I'll show you how tough I am."

I coldly snorted and looked over with a dark gaze.

"Just based on you, even a toad is more handsome than you"

I mocked him to the extreme, which angered Huangya. He picked up the axe and was about to rush over, but he was stopped by a man with a face full of wrinkles.

"Yanzi's dad, what are you doing?" Huang Mao asked.

The man called Yanzi's dad glared at him, and Huang Mao obediently backed away.

Yanzi's dad then looked at us and politely said, "Young lady, I advise you not to struggle. No one who's been sold to our village has been able to run away alive."

I raised my eyebrows and casually asked, "Is that so? Is that how Tang Zhaodi died? Is that how Tang Yanyan's mother went crazy? Or are all the women in your family like this?"

After my words, Yanzi's dad's face changed.

The gentle face was gone, and he coldly shook the coat on his shoulder, "Since you know this is a human trafficking village, resisting less will mean suffering less."

"Good."

Huang Ya became happy.

Song Ling, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "You're right, don't resist, suffer less."

Then, he raised his hand and clapped three times.

And immediately, the sound of police sirens rang out.

Countless police officers rushed in from all sides and surrounded us.

And the one being escorted at the front, was none other than Tang Yanyan?