Lyle knew that what Harrow said was right, and he also guessed that Harrow probably really didn't know the truth, otherwise he wouldn't dare to laugh and joke with him for so long.
But now he doesn't care about right or wrong, he just wants the truth.
If my wife and children were taken away by the contract land, then there would be no room for negotiation. But if they were taken away by black market traders...
Then there is still a possibility of recovery!
And Harold realized what Lyle really wanted, so he stopped explaining.
I quickly said, "If it is really the same person who did this, I can help you find him. If he is still here - of course, even if he is no longer here, you can still track him down. You should be very clear about this process."
Yes, no one knows this process better than Lyle.
But it is precisely because of this that he dares not think too deeply about some issues.
For example, how long ago did they take action?
Is it really too late?
Lyle took a deep breath and then let go of Harrow.
"If you find my son, we'll be even!" He stared at Haro. "If you don't find him,
I will kill you!"
Haro, who was released, breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course, even if the black merchants really took action against the no-man's land, they would definitely not dare to make a big fuss, otherwise I would not have known about it until now.
And if it’s just a small part, then there’s still a great chance of finding it—it’s certain that we’ll find it!”
Under Lyle's almost murderous gaze, Harrow didn't dare to say those ambiguous words. After taking a deep breath, he was the first to go out.
"Come with me, we'll go find it now."
Ten minutes later, Lyle followed Harrow and returned to the warehouse he had visited a few days ago.
After a few days, my mood is completely different.
When he came here for the first time, Lyle was still very excited, wondering when he would be able to have a warehouse like this and do such a big business.
But this time, all that was left was...an emotion he didn't know how to describe.
As he walked past the warehouses, he wanted to look at every face inside to find his son, but he didn't dare to really look into those eyes.
In the end, he could only turn these emotions into anger and vent it on Haro, who was leading the way in front.
"Hurry up!"
"Right away."
Haro continued to comfort Lyle, and then took Lyle to the warehouse's guard room in the shortest possible time.
Knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
A familiar voice sounded from inside the house.
Haro introduced himself, the door of the guard room opened, and a black businessman wearing glasses walked out of the room.
It was indeed an acquaintance of Lyle's - Torre, with whom he had some grievances. When Torre saw Lyle, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He subconsciously wanted to say something sarcastic, but when he thought about the loss he suffered at the hands of Lyle last time, he finally held it back and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's just a small matter."
Harrow walked forward, as if he wanted to whisper something to Torre, but Lyle was no fool either. He immediately took a few steps forward and stared at him. Harrow had no choice but to ask the question honestly.
"Trade in the no-man's land." Upon hearing this, Torre guessed something. He looked at Lyle deeply and said, "It is true."
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