Yang Fei's heart pounded wildly, filled with fear, dread, and dread of unknown danger.

But the ultimate human instinct is survival, even if the hope is slim. "Please...please let me go! How much money do you want? I'll have my family send the money. Please don't sell me, sob sob..."

Yang Fei's hands and feet were tied, and she kept pleading, tears streaming down her face, crying so hard that her eyes were covered, making her look even more pitiful.

Carter showed no pity, stood up and stood aside, saying, "Brothers, you guys handle this chick."

The man nodded in satisfaction and pulled the cloth off Yang Fei's eyes, revealing her teary eyes.

Hearing the woman's pleas for mercy, the man laughed unrestrainedly, "Little sister, now that you're here, don't think about anything else. Just follow your brother and listen to him, and he'll keep you safe."

"Once it's in my hands, what family? Do you think I'm an idiot? I'll end up with a bunch of little tails, and I'll have to deal with all this trouble."

"Listen to me, little sister. Once they've had their fun, you'll be out of the picture. Just listen to me."

The man leaned close to Yang Fei's ear, his tone gentle, like the intimate whispers of lovers. But to her, it sent chills down her spine, making her feel as if she were falling into an abyss.

Seeing the cruel smiles of the men around her, Yang Fei shook her head, crying, "I don't want to go... I don't want to go, please..."

Not far from the woods was a main road, with cars passing by from time to time. She knew this was her chance to be saved.

She screamed desperately, "Help! Help!!"

"Help me! Help! Help me!!"

She knew that falling into the hands of this group would not end well, so she had no choice but to take a gamble and try to make a last stand.

But she didn't know that this was northern Myanmar, where many people would ignore such cries for help to avoid getting into trouble.

Yang Fei cried out for help in despair, her voice hoarse as she struggled upwards.

The men didn't stop her; after all, watching a hooked fish struggle was quite entertaining.

But eventually, it gets annoying, and the man, irritated by the noise, yelled, "Shit!"

The man cursed and raised his hand to slap Yang Fei across the face; the crisp sound of the slap was especially noticeable in the night.

"What are you yelling about, you bitch? Don't you know where you are? This is northern Myanmar, where many people are struggling to survive. You're still dreaming that someone will come to rescue you? Don't be so stupid."

The pain on her face stunned her; the clear handprint on her pale face and the burning pain made tears stream down her face uncontrollably.

Carter took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Little Fei, blame yourself. You're too naive. If you're that naive, you shouldn't have gone abroad. You'll be sold out and still be counting the money for the seller."

"This is my older brother. Stick with him, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury, understand?"

"This is northern Myanmar. Even if you scream your lungs out, the Monkey King won't come to save you on a colorful cloud. Accept your fate, girl."

The man wasted no more time and turned to instruct the other man, "Give him a mouth covering and take him away."

...

The vehicle moved slowly on the road, and the surroundings were somewhat dim. I don't know if the local government is short of money or what, but they can't even bear to replace the streetlights.

It was pitch black all around, and there weren't many cars passing by, so I was very sensitive to sound.

The other people in the car were also trained, so they heard the cries for help.

"Boss, it seems like a woman is calling for help."

The bodyguard next to him spoke first, and the mercenary group nodded, "There is indeed someone calling for help, and it sounds like a Chinese person."

"I wonder which little girl has been sold again. What can she do here?"

"It depends on which organization it is. There are too many here, they've covered all sorts of scams and pornography chains."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Why would someone from China, a safe place, want to come out and have some fun? Do you want to witness the wickedness of human nature?"

Su Ran remained silent. The system's points allowed her to see clearly even in the darkness, and she recognized the person in the jungle—the international tour guide she had met earlier.

The one who cried for help must have been Yang Fei, who had spoken to her that afternoon. I didn't expect the deal to be made so quickly.

Do Chinese people not lie to other Chinese people?

Once you go abroad, you're only deceiving your own people.

Notice how bulging Carter's pockets are; he's probably already received the money. It's surprising how quickly he acted, finding a buyer so soon. He seems to be a repeat offender.

Moreover, many people go missing in China every year, either through human trafficking or fraud, lured by high-paying jobs and forced to travel abroad.

But the vast majority of cases are like this: people go missing while traveling abroad.

Such transnational cases are generally very difficult to investigate. The lack of cooperation from local authorities and the inaction of higher authorities have led to the continued existence and increasing of the gray industry in the area.

The people in this area are ruthless and efficient, which is why it's difficult to trace them further, or rather, the clues end here, making it hard to investigate any further.

In northern Myanmar, girls who are sold into prostitution, telecom fraud, or gambling are usually forced into jobs such as coal mining or telecom fraud. If boys are sold into prostitution, they are usually forced into coal mining or telecom fraud. If they can no longer work, their last bit of value is extracted and they are sold as prostitutes.

This situation is very common. Although it has been repeatedly emphasized in China that you should not easily trust others, this is even more true abroad, because you simply cannot guess whether the other party is a friend or foe.

Upon hearing the girl's cries for help, Su Ran paused for two seconds in her thoughts while in the car, then said, "Turn around and go back."

She wasn't a savior, but the thought of a recent graduate happily going on a trip only to encounter something like this made her feel uneasy.

She couldn't bear to do it.

Although it's true that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and her actions would definitely offend the other side's underworld forces, Su Ran was originally here to stir up trouble in northern Myanmar.

Otherwise, what's the point of going to all that trouble to have the doctors guarantee those people wouldn't die? To do charity?

She doesn't have that kind of free time.

So when the man lifted the woman up to get her into the car, Yang Fei was already in tears, her eyes no longer showing the joy she had when she first came out, but only endless sorrow.

Just as the group was about to throw the person into the car, two cars drove up and blocked their way.

When Yang Fei saw the vehicle coming out, her desire to survive rekindled in her eyes, but her mouth was covered by tape, so she couldn't speak. She could only try her best to twist her body to show her presence and try to get the people who came to rescue her.

But when she saw the familiar face after getting off the bus, the hope that had been burning in Yang Fei's eyes was instantly extinguished. She shook her head silently, trying to urge the girl in front of her to leave quickly.

She didn't know how many more people were behind this group, but she had only one thought: she couldn't let the girl in front of her suffer an undeserved misfortune.