Song Laohei was a tall and burly old man in his sixties, nearly 1.9 meters tall, dark-skinned, standing there like an iron tower. With this figure, if he were in the past, he would definitely look like the Flower Monk Lu Zhishen.

But at this time, the oldest man with the strongest physique in the village was extremely excited, his hands were shaking slightly, and he ran forward involuntarily to greet those who were returning.

The leading motorcycle was a brand new Jincheng Suzuki AX100, which was the same model as the motorcycles ridden by the two human traffickers. This type of motorcycle had just been produced at the Jinling Motorcycle Factory a few years earlier and was currently the most popular motorcycle on the Chinese mainland.

The man riding the bike was of medium build, about thirty years old. Behind him sat a woman with a smile on her face, holding the burly guy in her arms.

"Uncle Hei, you have fulfilled your mission. I have brought your child back safely." The man stopped the motorcycle and said to Song Laohei with a smile.

The woman sitting in the back seat got out of the car quickly. The guy in her arms twisted out of his mother's arms and ran towards Song Laohei, "Grandpa, hold me..."

The childish voice immediately made the old man, who was as strong as an iron tower, burst into tears. He picked up the weapon and slapped the guy's face desperately, causing the guy to scream "Beard pricks, grandpa doesn't kiss me, beard pricks..."

Everyone around had happy smiles on their faces, and a few women even wiped away tears secretly.

The aunt beside Yang Jing was also wiping away tears as she said, "This old man has been the only son in four generations. Now his son is working in the south. If he couldn't find his baby, he would have hanged himself with his temper. Now it's all good. The child has been found, and this family is completely saved."

The woman who was holding the child also came over and called Song Laohei "Dad" in a low voice.

Song Laohei glared at the woman, as if he was very dissatisfied with not taking good care of the child and almost losing the child. But he was fine, and continued to be intimate with his grandson, making the child giggle.

The men on the motorcycles at the back also got off and excitedly talked to the villagers about what had just happened. A thin man in particular was spitting all over his body.

"It's strange. We followed the road to the foot of the mountain near Yuli Village and saw a motorcycle lying on the side of the road. It was a new motorcycle, the same one that Baolu rode. We were wondering why such a good motorcycle was lying on the side of the road? There was no one around..."

Most of the people who followed out from the village were attracted by what this thin man said.

The man got even more excited when he saw the villagers were so engrossed in listening. "Dacheng, did the person riding this bike have an accident? Let's find him quickly so as not to delay saving him. So we got off the bike, and guess what happened?"

Everyone in the village shook their heads.

"Haha, we got off the car and found that there were two guys under the motorcycle, a man and a woman. They were tied up tightly and kept groaning."

"Did someone catch you cheating?" Some man among the villagers shouted, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"Brother Baolu, these two guys are probably human traffickers, otherwise why would they be tied up here? And Shuangxi found Dabao eating cake on the side of the road at this time, so we are sure that these two guys are human traffickers."

"Tsk tsk, you don't know, the two traffickers had their legs broken by a master, so they couldn't run away even if they weren't tied up. You didn't see the two traffickers, their thighs were swollen like steamed buns fresh out of the pot at home..."

"Where are the human traffickers? Why don't you bring those two traffickers back? If you bring them back, we'll put them in a cage and sink them into the Yellow River!" a woman asked angrily.

"Oh, my sister-in-law Xinghua, we brothers wanted to bring the two traffickers back and sink them in the Yellow River, but Uncle Gensheng wouldn't let us. Brother Baolu, you'd better hand the traffickers over to the police. You two are really the same, you think alike."

An old man in his sixties who came back with the convoy said, "Sanwazi, don't talk nonsense. This trafficker is a criminal. It would be illegal for us to bring him back. We must hand him over to the police for handling."

The old man seemed to have a very high prestige. After he shouted, the thin man dared not say a word.

The aunt beside Yang Jing whispered with pride: "That's my old man, and the one who brought the child back is my son Baolu."

Only then did Yang Jing realize that this was a family of three.

At this time, several women and girls came, took the child from Song Laohei's hands, and went home with the child's mother.

The aunt's husband, the uncle Gensheng, continued, "We just found the child, and Zhao Gongan from the township police station came with his men on a Pian 3. Lao Hei, now that the police are here, we can't bring the traffickers back. The two traffickers have been taken away by Zhao Gongan and his men. But even if we don't bring them back, I think the two traffickers will be finished in their lives. Tsk tsk, you didn't see how miserable those two guys were, especially the man, the bone stump of one of his legs was exposed, even if the bone was reattached in the future, the leg would probably be useless. So Lao Hei, don't worry about this, wait until everything is stable, then go back to the police station to ask and find out what's going on."

Song Laohei nodded and said, "Brother Gensheng, I'm sorry to bother you with this matter."

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