Looking at the child lying on the bed, Bi Xia gently stroked the child’s head, feeling the cold sweat breaking out and the child’s restless anxiety in the coma. Bi Xia slightly lowered his gaze, his face expressionless as he looked ahead.

It was a gigantic iron cage, exactly like the video 007 had pulled up before. Inside that cage, where the children should have originally been kept, was now the group of children clinging to his knees, weeping uncontrollably at his feet.

Starry eyes slowly lifted, looking at Ji Qiutang with a livid face, "You knew all along."

"No, I found out today as well," Ji Qiutang took a deep breath, "I always knew this was Yu Du’s territory, so my intuition told me there might be their underground trading venue here because I had previously dismantled a very similar operation on their turf."

"So is this what they always did?" Starry eyes swept lightly across to one side, finally landing on one of the countless glass jars placed on the table.

Unlike the other empty glass jars, this one was filled with bright red, a bloody heart quietly placed inside it, and on the surface of the jar, a big smiley face painted with blood. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Obviously, Ji Qiutang had also noticed the glass jar and the heart early on. He silently looked at the group of surviving children for a long time, "Yes."

"They, they..."

A hoarse voice broke the silence, Ji Qiutang and Bi Xia turned their heads simultaneously, only to see a little girl tremble as she raised her head. Her tear-stained face was pale, devoid of any color. She shakily lifted her hand, "They, they left, there... there! The dead children are all in there!"

Raising his hand, he made a call, and soon more than a dozen police officers rushed in from outside, led by Wei Ming in plain clothes.

It was evident that Wei Ming was momentarily stunned by the scene inside. With a steady face, he directed his colleagues to carry out the surviving children one by one, without even glancing at Ji Qiutang. He came over to Bi Xia’s side, "How’s it going, Little Nine, are you hurt?"

"No, just that some of them got away," he shook his head slightly, "This time, I’m going to trouble you to transfer them like in Yan City, sorry to bother you."

"What’s there to it, this is what we’re supposed to do," Wei Ming said.

Bi Xia turned his gaze to the little girl who was being helped up by a female police officer. He walked over, starry eyes lowered, looking down at the little girl, who was looking up at Bi Xia with a body trembling uncontrollably from crying.

"I, I didn’t lie to you..."

The little girl’s words were cut off midway by Bi Xia, who gently patted her head, "You did well."

"Did I help you?" The little girl wiped her tears away, looking at Bi Xia and whispering.

Bi Xia nodded, "It was a big help."

"Then we won’t be bullied anymore, will we?" The little girl strained not to look at the bloody heart, asking Bi Xia, word by word.

Wei Ming stepped forward, about to comfort the little girl, only to be interrupted by Bi Xia, who, face expressionless, said in a flat voice, "No, you will still be bullied."

In an instant, the little girl’s eyes widened, and her tears gushed down all at once.

"Little Nine?!"

Ignoring Wei Ming’s confused tone, Bi Xia slowly squatted down, reached out to wipe the little girl’s tears, and said in a cold voice, "If you don’t strive, don’t be strong, if you keep cowardly avoiding, then you’ll always be bullied, even by yourself."

The little girl looked at Bi Xia, somewhat understanding, her eyes blinking for a moment, then she nodded, "I understand, thank you, big brother."

Watching the little girl being taken away, Wei Ming frowned, looking at Bi Xia, "Why say such things to such a young child?"

Glancing at Wei Ming, Bi Xia only said, "Leave those kids to you, take them to the hospital to see if there’s any psychological trauma, don’t neglect any potential issues. Make sure they’re completely safe and sound."

Turning to face Wei Ming directly, Bi Xia said very seriously, "Please, Little Eight."

Wei Ming was slightly taken aback, confused but still answered earnestly, "Rest assured, I guarantee they’ll be healthy and whole."

Then, leaning over to pick up the child still lying on the operating table, he looked at Bi Xia, "Aren’t you coming with us?"

Bi Xia walked indifferently to the table, looking at the bloody glass jar, reached out to touch it.