Chapter 589： We have everything in our hands

Aunt Guo and Uncle Guo dislocated their arms at the same time, hanging empty in their sleeves, limp and weak, and they looked particularly eerie and infiltrating.

The body was pressed against the cold wall, and the two of them screamed miserably in their throats.

Yan Zhixu's hand was clutching Aunt Guo's shoulder, and the aura of wild ruffians poured out recklessly.

"Human traffickers' vigilance is so low, it seems that you are not very qualified."

As soon as the words fell, it was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, and it suddenly fell, causing layers of ripples.

Aunt Guo was shocked, her identity was exposed, and her nervous nerves were tense.

He began to struggle violently, "You...you know our identity? When did you find out?"

After thinking about it, I didn't understand which link went wrong and revealed the flaw.

The people who have been kidnapped and sold over the years have never been counted.

"Ahaha, idiot, do you really think that you are ingenious?!"

Fu Nana, who was floating in the air, felt smooth, and the gloomy aura that had been lingering on her body dissipated a little.

But thinking of the other people who were still tormented in the backward villa, the breath became violent and gloomy again.

"..."

A sharp gleam flashed in Fu Shimo's eyes under the lens, and Ba Rui glanced at Fu Naina in the air.

The person who was still full of Yin Qi received this look, and in an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured, and his whole body was icy cold.

The violent aura was defeated, and reason gradually returned. A natural fear surged in my heart, and I subconsciously took a few steps back.

From the corner of Yan Zhixu's eyes, he glanced at Fu Nainai, and saw that the other party had calmed down and did not intervene.

The strength of her grip on Aunt Guo's shoulder did not decrease a bit, her voice was cold, "You don't need to worry about how we know your identities."

The arm was dislocated and the pain was unbearable.

Aunt Guo's heart kept sinking. Could these two be policemen? Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?

Yan Zhixu's voice sounded in the dim alley, "Auntie, you definitely don't want to go to the police station, do you?"

This voice has an inexplicable magic power, it seems that the devil's low voice is seducing people's hearts and inspiring the sins buried in their hearts.

"No, no, we don't want to go to jail!"

"What do you want? As long as we have what we have, we will give it with both hands. Don't you take us to the police station, okay?"

Aunt Guo and Uncle Guo nodded emotionally, and a burst of intense light erupted in their eyes, as if the death row prisoners saw the hope of living.

The two of them were frightened and frightened with slightly vicissitudes on their faces, and their mouths kept making a sound of begging for mercy.

The two kept saying that they were fascinated by ghosts.

Fu Shimo and Yan Zhixu looked calm, and they didn't feel any sympathy because of their begging for mercy, and there were no ripples in their hearts.

He clasped Uncle Guo's shoulders, and pushed the frame of his glasses with his other hand, "Are you willing to offer it with both hands?"

When Uncle Guo heard this, he nodded, knowing that there was room for negotiation.

If granted amnesty, "Yes, yes, you can do whatever you want."

Fu Shimo's Adam's apple wriggled, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes darkened, "Just right, we need your help now."

He and Yan Zhixu looked at each other, their eyes met in the air, and the two held the person in their hands and walked towards the exit of the alley.

Kong Minxin, who was not yet fully conscious, followed behind in a dazed expression.