When we arrived at West Street, the group behind gradually dispersed and guarded several exits of West Street.

As the sky got darker, the woman and the middle-aged man quietly came to a yard: "Brother, it's here. I asked for a few days and finally found this yard. Every night after night, the children who were called out would come back here to rest."

The woman whispered, looking at the yard, her heart tightly lifted up, and her hand gently touched the hair on her tail finger, and said, "Wait a moment, and when the sky gets darker, we'll go in and take a look."

The middle-aged man looked around and signaled slightly, asking her to follow her, and his strong figure walked around the back of the yard.

The woman hesitated and followed. After the two of them walked around the yard, they quietly sneaked in and came to a big tree to hide.

As the woman said, children came back one after another, some were four or five years old, some were six or seven years old, and some were eight or nine years old. After entering the yard, they handed over all their belongings, were searched and then called to the backyard.

The two men on the big tree could clearly see everything in the yard. Therefore, when they saw the children coming back one after another, they both held their breath and stared at the four or five-year-old child.

The children in the yard did not look like beggars. Their clothes were clean and looked like ordinary children. However, they looked at them in the tree but did not see the person they were looking for.

Even if the child was stolen at the age of two and now he is five years old, he should have some similar appearances. But now, there are no similar children aged four or five.

The middle-aged man looked at the woman and asked with his eyes. The woman shook her head gently and continued to stare at the door of the yard.

After a while, several more children came in. When a little boy, four or five years old, walked in, the hair wrapped around the woman's tail fingers became strangled again.

She was excited and looked at the thin figure, but tears couldn't stop falling.

That's her son!

That's her son!

He was obviously five years old, but he looked as thin as he had just turned four. Although his facial features had not yet grown, his eyes were exactly the same as his father, and his pursed mouth...

She held it over and covered her mouth with her hands to prevent her crying from blurting out. She finally saw her son and finally found her son. The excitement in her heart at this moment made her want to run over and carry the thin figure into her arms.

However, she can't.

There are so many children here, I am afraid they were stolen and abducted like her son. She knows the pain of losing her son. Now she has the opportunity to find her son, and hopes that these children can return to their parents and relatives.

Some children came back one after another. When the twenty or thirty children were standing in the backyard, seven or eight big men came out of the yard. The two big men at the edge were still playing with whips in their hands. The children were shrank their necks and their eyes were terrified.

"Old rule, if you don't get anything today, you will come forward and get three whips, and you won't have to eat dinner!"

As soon as the man in the middle finished speaking, the children all lowered their heads and no one dared to step forward.
Chapter completed!