Behind Lida, Kro transformed into human form and approached, saying, "There's nothing wrong with that. If Miss Lida wants you to eat, then eat. But..."
He glanced at the house's opulent exterior, then at its bare interior, and frowned, saying, "Why is it like this, Gulan Tezoro? Are there still people like you?"
Human traffickers?
No, it doesn't seem like it.
Human traffickers would never do such a thing.
The man didn't answer first. Instead, he carefully opened the packages, made sure they contained food, and distributed them to the children nearby. The children looked delighted and began to devour the food.
The man also picked up a piece of bread, swallowed it in a few bites, and his complexion improved a little.
"Because I'm in debt..."
The man lowered his head, his expression dejected: "A few years ago, my family was doing quite well. I brought my wife and children to Gulan Tezolo for a vacation. We really just came for a vacation. But, but I inexplicably incurred debts. I sold all my possessions, but it still wasn't enough. In the end, I was forced to work here. My wife... my wife also passed away due to long-term overwork. And my children... my children are gone too."
As he spoke, he covered his face, tears streaming down his face through his fingers.
"This is not an amusement park at all; it's a devil's land. Later, I learned the rules here—those who are deceived are the losers."
He steadied himself, took a few breaths, and then released his grip, looking at the children eating with a tenderness in his eyes:
“These children are all adopted by me. Their situation is similar to mine, so I can’t die. I can’t die before I see them free.”
"I see..."
Kro adjusted his glasses, looked up at the tallest golden building in the distance, and said, "The biggest 'human trafficker' is over there."
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