abduct and traffic

Fox is very aware of the security here, if it is the general small people he just lazy to manage. But now is different, now is a big customer. As anyone on this street knows, it's not so bad to piss off the rich or the government. It's really bad to piss off sulla in their pockets. If they are afraid to come and "enjoy" themselves, that's the real scary part.

"Oh! Isn't this Mr. Wren? Welcome!"

The fox clapped his hands to meet him.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and squeezed the bottom of the girl in his arms. During the day, when he was a decent gentleman, he could relax completely in such a place. After provoking the girl's cry, he smiled at the fox, nodded and asked, "have you got everything I need?"

The fox bowed. "of course, of course, Mr. Wren's business. How dare we break our promise? I just turned in from linzhen two days ago, and the hair hasn't grown down yet ~~~"

The middle-aged man's face began to roll up, and he snorted a few times, but for the sake of his own rich man's decency he did not directly show an ugly expression. But in order to suppress his excitement for a moment, his hands had reached into the exposed clothes of the two girls, seized their breasts, and squeezed them hard.

In the woman's cry, the pressure on his face eased slightly and he smiled. Then he shook his head at the fox and signaled to lead the way.

"Sir."

At some point, a little beggar with a blanket and a baby in his arms appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

The little beggar's voice was cold, as cold as the snow outside, and the warm atmosphere here. At the moment he saw the beggar, the middle-aged man's face showed some doubt, while the fox's face showed some surprise.

"Please let me show you the way."

The little beggar bowed his head in a show of humility. He bowed his head not only to show his servility and submission to the middle-aged, but also to hide his eyes.

Eyes are the expression of a person's true inner consciousness, no matter how good at disguise, his eyes will more or less show that person's real intention. In the long cold of survival, the little beggar has forgotten when he last smiled. He also forgot how to get his eyes to stop being cold and put on an obsequious smile. Therefore, it is better not to let others see.

The middle-aged man looked at the little beggar, then at the fox, and asked, "hey, who is this little devil?"

Fox secretly mercilessly stare at the little beggar one eye, if not in front of the middle-aged, I am afraid he will immediately tell his men to drag the boy outside in the snow to kill, and then throw his body into the dustbin. But now, he could only join hands, and continue to laugh: "ah! This kid? He is..."

"The man who brought you the goods you needed."

The little beggar was very calm and cut in where he needed to cut in most. Just as the fox's expression showed a strange twitch, and the middle-aged man showed a look of surprise, he added --

"The eldest fox said he would pay me thirty sulla's wages if I could bring your lordship something to your taste. Do you think so, old fox?"

The fox was at his wit's end in the presence of the middle-aged man. He had said it, but not as much as thirty sulla. But now in the face of the rich, his total impossibility and a kid bargain? So he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Middle-aged people don't care. People are more likely to believe what a child says than a cunning fox. He took his hand reluctantly from the woman's chest, waved it, and again, as if afraid of the cold, inserted it into the girl's coat.

"Lead the way!

Simple two words, the little beggar bowed and immediately turned around. The pace of the middle age is anxious, and try to restrain behind the small beggar, and those guards together into the narrow passage. Only the fox stood by, his face full of gloom, and followed him.

The narrow passage stretched out in the footsteps. The little beggar led the way, his steps a little faster. The middle-aged man, who was following, held on to the two girls at first, but soon felt that they were moving too slowly, so he let go of the women's breasts and followed. Another four bodyguards separated, is the fox's always followed the face.

The crafty man had been puzzled from the very beginning. He kept saying "impossible, absolutely impossible" in a voice only he could hear. But as he walked further and further away, and as the doors around him became less and less noisy, the expression on his face relaxed at last, and gradually gave way to a sneer.

The little beggar, standing before a door. He took a key from his breast and held it in the palm of his hand. A bodyguard conveniently took the key, in the middle age of the nod agreed to insert the next keyhole, a twist. Clack... The door opened.

"Villains! Don't you dare come back, you bad egg? Watch me kill you! Kill you!"

The noise of a little girl's voice leaped out of it. The bouncer raised his hand, caught the chair that swung over his head very easily, grabbed it, and pushed the small body that swung the chair into the back of the room.

"This is impossible!!

Suddenly, the fox's face expressed surprise.

The middle-aged can ignore these, he is excited from the hands of the little beggar took the oil lamp, hurried into the room. A brown-haired girl of about ten was holding up another chair, looking warily at the people outside. She is wearing a very suitable maid skirt dress, with tears in the corners of her eyes look really is very lovely.

"Oh, that's great! Boss, I am really satisfied with the goods this time! Better than ever before!"

The fox's mouth twitched, and now he could only say yes. At the same time, he turned his head and stared at the little beggar with puzzled and disgusted eyes.

The little beggar did not care about these, but he went to the fox's front, held out his left hand: "boss, mission accomplished. Thirty sulla."

The fox's mouth twitched again. He glanced at the middle-aged man over there, his mouth opening again in a smile: "good good, I know, thirty sulla right? Just a moment. Let's go out without disturbing Mr. Wren, and then we'll settle the score."

The little beggar did not move, his hand still stretched forward, and his cold voice still cold: "thirty sulla. Now."

The fox looked at the little beggar, really want to pinch him more and more. If not for the middle-aged here, I'm afraid the little beggar has died several times. The problem is, "the middle-aged are here."

"Feed feed feed ~~~! Boss, that kid got me such good prey, you even plan to withhold such a little money? Leave him alone, kid. Come here. I'll give it to you. Come, catch it, fifty sulla!"

The little beggar, who seemed to have known this was going to happen, hurried up to the middle-aged man and took five ten-sulla notes from a bodyguard. Seeing all this, the little girl over there seemed to understand at last. Pointing at the little beggar, she cried out, "ah! So you sold me! Sold me for a mere fifty sulla!!"

The little beggar made no response. Because from the moment he took the money, the little girl's fate had nothing to do with him. He thrust sula into his arms and, with the baby girl in his arms, quickly turned and left the room. The little girl in the back immediately started to cry when she saw this, making a scene, pointing after the little beggar and cursing, "you... You don't go! You bastard! I thought you were more or less a good person when I saw you holding the baby! But now, you're a total villain! I won't let you go! No ~ ~ ~! I must punish you! Ah! Don't touch me! You dirty man! Ah! You... What do you want? ! Don't! Don't ~~~~~~~!"

"Damn it, stop it! I've never seen a girl that noisy."

The bodyguard that pulls little girl is noisy by little girl vexed heart, hard jilted her. The little girl faltered and fell to the ground, looking at the adults all around her.

The middle-aged man loosened his collar and stepped forward. He looked at the little girl carefully again and still had a very satisfied expression on his face. Then, with a wave of his hand, he sent his bodyguard and the fox to settle the bill, and asked the fox to get a decent set of furniture, and to enjoy the evening little by little.

"Come on, my little maid..."

The middle-aged man sat in a chair, took off his clothes and threw them in front of the little girl

"Wash my clothes for me, little by little, with your pink fingers, and step on the dirty places with your weak toes. Step clean, master I will give you reward, give you eat delicious sausage. If it's not clean, the master will punish you. Come on, call me master. Call ah ~~~~~~ ~!"

The little girl looked at the dirty clothes in front of her, and then looked at the middle age of that let her disgusting face, tears can not stop flowing...