Bab 172: Poor Kids

"Yao, I totally agree on what you said. These bastards should go to hell," Qingfeng said while nodding his head.

Qingfeng became furious when she saw the kids in the room. Among these kids, the oldest one was around ten years old, and the youngest was only 5~6 years old. However, they were all severely injured.

Kids were supposed to be the future and the hope of the nation. They were now, though, being trafficked, and a few kids' arms were even cruelly broken by those bastards.

There were more than twenty guys in the room who were all tall and tough. Some of them even carried guns with them.

Mengyao knew that they only thing they could do now was use their intelligence instead of force. Otherwise, they would put the kids in danger. Making sure the kids were safe was the primary goal at the moment.

"Qingfeng, what should we do," Mengyao asked quietly while shivering her lips.