Griffith Squire's face was dark and stern, his subordinates dared not breathe loudly. It's been frustrating these few days, focused on investigating prestigious families in Brocade City and various black market forces, only to find out that it was these low-life scums who kidnapped the one he cherished.
Everyone was holding a fiery anger inside.
"Boss, we'll arrive in five minutes. This place is too backward and isolated. The locals are ignorant; even if they know about human trafficking, they won't speak up and will hide it in every way possible," Cornelius Turner looked at the GPS and said gravely, "It's still early now; if we go, maybe we can catch them red-handed."
Griffith Squire's face was cold and silent, so Cornelius Turner immediately shut his mouth.
