The truck has a driver and a co-driver, and it only stops for passengers along the way. Except for necessary meals and restroom breaks, the truck is constantly moving. Sometimes, they don't even stop to eat.

While relieving himself, Wei Aiguo asked Maozi, "Maozi, I think that last car is a bit strange."

I think I heard a child's voice.

The Russian didn't believe it: "They are a bit strange. When we were resting, they wouldn't let them get close to that car."

But the sound of a child's voice? That's impossible.

Wei Aiguo: "We came along, so if something happens, we can't absolve ourselves of responsibility. We need to be more vigilant!"

"You're close to them, why don't you ask them about it? We don't want to be completely clueless and end up helping them count the money when they're being sold out."

Maozi has also realized these days that Wei Aiguo is not one to suffer losses. Listening to him won't hurt you. Maozi nodded. "Don't underestimate us just because we're all on the truck. The stutterer and Wang Zhi can talk to each other. I'll ask them if I get the chance."

It wasn't until they reached Jiangxi that the Russians found out about the last car.

Maozi looked unwell, clearly frightened. "Second brother, you're right, we can't come next time."

"What's wrong?" Wei Aiguo asked.

"I had only heard that in the past, if a child of a wealthy family died young, and the family was very distressed about the child, they would find another child who had died young to marry them off."

Mao's voice trembled slightly, but Wei Aiguo didn't interrupt him and nodded.

"Someone over there is offering a high price to find a boy for their deceased daughter, and the boy's birth date and time must match."

This boy went through a lot of trouble to find.

Wei Aiguo was also taken aback. Wasn't this kind of thing done for the dead? In other words, this child would be killed anyway.

"The stutterer said that if it weren't for the fact that corpses would stink, they would have sent the corpses over there."

Bringing a live animal along is too much trouble.

From what I heard, it seemed that once they were put on the ship, it wouldn't matter whether they lived or died. The Russian was really scared and unconsciously grabbed Wei Aiguo's arm.

If it were simply a matter of transporting cultural relics, Wei Aiguo could have just gone along to find out the situation. But now there's a child involved; letting that child onto the ship is tantamount to sending him to his death.

Wei Aiguo needs to find a way to save this child.

"Maozi, listen to me, after this is over, find a proper job." Wei Aiguo said, while mentally calculating how to save the child.

The Russian was a complete scoundrel, at most doing petty theft. He didn't know that Wang Zhi, the stutterer the Russian had mentioned, and another man—they all had guns.

On the way, we encountered people who wanted to rob us. Those three men were always ready to pull out their guns.

The robbers, seeing so many guards on the truck, all armed with iron bars, gave up. They didn't even bother to draw their guns.

When they arrived in Jiangxi, they transferred the goods again. This time, the truck was carrying porcelain.

So many days have passed, does Wei Aiguo know if the note he left behind has been discovered? Have they followed him?

The cargo truck reversed, and the child was taken off. Although he only saw it from a distance, Wei Aiguo was certain he wasn't mistaken.

It really is Deng Haichao.

He vaguely recognized the child's voice and thought it sounded familiar. Wei Aiguo felt a surge of anger.

The grandmother and grandson are already pitiful enough; these people must have known this before stealing the child.

As Wei Aiguo was about to leave, Deng Haichao tugged at his sleeve, saying, "You have to come back! I'll be waiting for you in the alley!"

At that moment, Wei Aiguo felt that the child's bright smile could shine into his own heart.

If something happens to this child, his grandmother won't survive either.

Two lives! But to these people, they mean nothing.

It was time to get off the bus to relieve himself again. Wei Aiguo tried to resist looking at the last bus, but the Russian couldn't help himself.

When Wang Zhi was distributing food to everyone, Maozi kept staring at the vehicle. Wei Aiguo pulled him aside once, and he stopped looking, but kept his head down.

Wang Zhi's gaze towards Mao Zi was somewhat unfriendly.

Before getting back on the bus, Wei Aiguo pulled Maozi to relieve himself. "Maozi, if you don't want to die, forget what you heard. Don't look at that bus again."

Maozi: "I, I, I couldn't help it... I just felt... were they really going to kill that child?"

Wei Aiguo: "Shut up! Remember this, you're not allowed to look at that car again. Wang Zhi has already noticed you. Don't you know whether he's a good guy or not?"

"Second brother, you can't stay in Kyoto all the time, can you? Where are you planning to go? I'll go with you."

"If I don't work for them anymore, I won't be able to stay in Kyoto." The Russian said, head bowed.

"Don't worry, if you don't want to go with them, I'll find a way to get you out. Let's go! Let's hurry back. Don't let the Russians get suspicious." Wei Aiguo led the Russians back.

The bus drove for another day and a night, stopping once in between. No one got off the bus; it was the stutterer who distributed the food to everyone.

The stutterer had a bruise on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with resentment when he looked at the Russian. The Russian noticed it too, and he was too scared to say anything.

Wei Aiguo had no idea where they had arrived. It looked like a warehouse.

This time, they unloaded their goods and loaded the porcelain onto the trucks. They watched as the trucks loaded with porcelain drove away one by one.

The Russian whispered, "They're waiting for the truck. Let's load the wooden crates onto the truck again."

Wei Aiguo carefully observed these people. He assumed that only Wang Zhi, the stutterer, and the man with the gun remained. He thought the rest, like the Russians, were just there to earn a living by moving things. But that wasn't the case; the co-driver who had been with the convoy leader had also stayed behind.

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