A Family of Three with a Kitchen Transmigrates to the 1960s

A short-tempered mom? A money-grubbing dad? A humorous trio of women were sent to the 1960s by a leaky electric kettle, bringing with them a kitchen that could infinitely replicate food and a space...

Chapter 689 Sister Liu (VIII)

Now it seems that the village chief is the oriole at the end, and Mian Liu is at best a mantis.

Li Yichen looked at the two women and saw that they seemed to be very familiar with the village chief. He had followed them before and had not been able to catch up in time. These people got out of the car and went into the house. Now it seemed that they must be old acquaintances from the same line.

Li Yichen was silently filming a video with his mobile phone, sitting motionless on the tree, watching what was happening in the yard. He had good hearing. When he was a child, he followed the old hunter to hunt in the mountains and relied entirely on his hearing. He could hear the prey approaching very clearly.

Now the two women were bargaining with the village chief, chopping the price down by five hundred. In the empty courtyard in the dead of night, the sound traveled far away, and Suihe could hear it clearly from the tree.

After a while, Suihe understood the general purpose of the two people bargaining, which was that a girl had a disfigured face and could not be sold at a high price. This was not expected, so the two of them were very angry and annoyed.

The girl must be good-looking, because she was "reserved" by these two people because of her good looks, and the price was agreed in advance. Now they deny it after seeing the girl's appearance was ruined, and are beginning to regret it.

There's no credibility to be found in this line of work. Regardless of age, men or women, how can someone so unscrupulously engage in such acts and still think they have a conscience? Impossible!

Suihe observed the village chief's obvious displeasure at the two women's attitude, but, bound by some tacit understanding or perhaps a shared interest, he held back from a direct attack. He simply sat at the stone table with a sullen expression, his fingers tapping gently on the surface with a rhythmic "dong dong" sound, as if pondering a strategy. He occasionally glanced up at the night sky, gazing thoughtfully at the large tree where Suihe had hidden. Suihe, perched in the tree, tried to enter the space, but feared that his footing would be unstable upon his return, making a noise. So, he lay motionless in the tree.

He secretly thought that the transaction behind this was clearly more than just human trafficking; it was likely connected to a deeper criminal network. After being in one position for so long, his entire body felt numb. While the village chief was looking away, Suihe gently adjusted his prone position, ensuring he remained concealed while still clearly capturing every detail of the courtyard.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the quiet of the night. A young man hurried into the yard and whispered something nervously in the village chief's ear. The village chief's face instantly became solemn. He quickly stood up, greeted the two women, and hurried out of the yard.

Seeing the village chief approaching, Sui He turned and darted towards the wall, leaping silently onto it. He then descended onto the wall, landing outside the village chief's backyard. Li Yi Chen, the man who had been dispatched earlier, also saw him. Knowing that Sui He was in the tree and unable to get out directly, he followed the village chief and ran off into the distance.

Suihe ran in the direction the village chief had gone. Five or six minutes later, he heard voices coming from an open courtyard. This must be the place!

Suihe first found a nearby shelter to hide, while Li Yichen was lying on the roof of the yard. After following the village chief, he went up to the house. After entering the yard, the village chief went straight into the house without closing the door, which made it convenient for Li Yichen to see the situation inside the house.

Several burly men stood in the room, holding clubs. A figure sat slumped on the ground in the middle. It was unclear whether it was a man or a woman because someone was blocking their view. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and even Li Yichen, who was lying on the roof of the courtyard, could smell it.