50: Andrew again

"Wow, we're flying so high! Before, I only saw the Great General fly. I never thought one day I'd be flying in the sky too. So this is what the ground looks like from above. It's so beautiful!" Su Qinglei said excitedly to Wei He.

Wei He looked at Su Qinglei's jubilant appearance and thought to himself, *She's so beautiful!*

Finally, the plane arrived at Northwest Town on Phoenix Mountain, the largest market town closest to the Danga Archipelago.

"Go ahead. Remember to come back here and gather once you're done shopping!" Wei He said happily.

"Aren't you coming with me?" Su Qinglei didn't know why she asked that; she had clearly been abducted by him.

"I'm going to see a friend. They will protect you!" Wei He pointed to the Bozi Youning and the American Soldier behind him.

"Okay, I understand!" Su Qinglei's spirits clearly dropped. It wasn't because Wei He wasn't accompanying her, but because he had actually sent people to watch her. Hadn't he said she could leave whenever she wanted?

Thinking of this, Su Qinglei turned around and walked away huffily without looking back.

Wei He finally had the chance to go into the mountains to see Andrew. Ever since he defeated Lin Zhian last time, Andrew had returned to his small mountain village.

"Andrew, what are you doing?" As soon as Wei He arrived in the village, he saw Andrew searching for something while surrounded by a crowd.

"Wei He, my friend, why are you here!" The moment he saw Wei He, the corners of Andrew's mouth curled up slightly as he spoke happily.

"I'm helping look for clues. Several children in our village have gone missing. We reported it to the authorities, but no one from the government has come. However, based on my observations, human traffickers must have stolen the children!" Andrew said seriously to Wei He.

"What? Something like this happened?" This incident reminded Wei He of the theater where Linlin was kidnapped. They were also traffickers, but they had all been slaughtered by Huang Yichen.

While the two were looking at the tracks on the ground, puzzled, a simple and honest-looking man ran over from a distance. Seeing Andrew, the man shouted from afar, "Brother Andrew, I found it! Huff, huff!"

"Brother Lott, what did you find? Don't worry, catch your breath and tell us slowly!" Andrew said calmly.

"I saw the children in Northwest Town!" Lott finally reached Andrew and said breathlessly, "At the market in Northwest Town, I had an urgent need to relieve myself and looked for a quiet place. I ended up at the back door of the Wenchuan Theatre and saw several children being loaded into a carriage. One of them was Little Lance!"

"Why didn't you rescue them?" Andrew said excitedly. Little Lance was one of the missing children from their village.

"There were many of them, and it looked like they were all carrying knives! I came back first to find help!" Lott said anxiously.

"Brother Wei He, we are going to get our children back. Will you come and help us?" Andrew spoke directly to Wei He. He had seen Wei He's power; if Wei He was willing to help, the children would surely be recovered.

"Alright, let's go together!" Wei He agreed without a second thought.

"Yes, yes, yes! Call all the men in the village, young and old. Let's go and beat those traffickers to death!" Lott shouted loudly.

"Right, let's go! Beat the traffickers!"

"Traffickers are the most loathsome. If we catch them, we should drown them in pig cages!"

"Throw them into the Tiger Roar Forest to feed the Tail Fire Tigers!"

...Everyone cursed as they walked. Before long, they arrived at the market in Northwest Town. When they reached the entrance of the Wenchuan Theatre, Wei He smiled. This was the same theater as last time; back then, he had been too anxious to find people to notice its name.

Even its door had been kicked away by Huang Yichen. Now a new one had been made, and they continued their deceptive business.

"Go, go, go! Charge in and get our children back!" The crowd, filled with righteous indignation, stormed through the gates of the Wenchuan Theatre.

"What are you doing? This is a theater! No entry without a ticket!" said an old man with a grey-and-white beard.

"We want our children! Hand them over immediately, or we'll burn down your theater!" Lott said excitedly. At this time, Wei He also used the system to order Ravich to rush over. Based on Wei He's experience, this matter was not so simple.

"This is a theater; we don't have your children. If your children are missing, go report it to the authorities!" The old man at the theater said with a sinister smile, clearly acting as if he had nothing to fear.

This sentence reminded Wei He that before that fat man died last time, he mentioned something about an administrator. It seemed this theater might indeed be the private property of some official.

The crowd didn't care what the old man said and rushed straight in, knocking him to the ground. Ignoring the old man's wails, they charged backstage.

Backstage, several young men were sitting shirtless. The scars on their bodies indicated they were not good people.

Normally, these farmers might not have dared to provoke them. But now, for the sake of the children, they went straight up and started fighting them, shouting as they fought: "Where are the children? Hand them over!"

At first, the few people from the theater could hold their own against Andrew and the others. Later, more and more people poured in, pinning them to the ground and giving them a severe beating.

While everyone was fighting vigorously, a person dressed entirely in black, with even their head wrapped in black cloth, appeared, just like the black-clothed person from last time.

When Wei He saw him, he knew this person was not ordinary and was very dangerous.

Before Wei He could warn Andrew, the black-clothed man's hands had already grabbed the necks of two villagers. With two cracks, the villagers' necks snapped instantly. Blood flowed from their mouths, and their eyes did not close even in death.

"Ah! Murder! Murder!" The crowd began to run outside frantically. Andrew and Lott clenched their fists, preparing to step forward and fight the black-clothed man.

"What are you doing? Why did you break into the theater? Don't you know this is illegal?" Judicial Magistrate Buck, with his golden hair and luxurious formal attire, reprimanded them angrily.

A group of soldiers surrounded the crowd in the theater, their sharp spearheads pointing directly at the villagers.

"My Lord, we are villagers from the mountains. The people in this theater stole our children. They are human traffickers!" The group explained hurriedly.

"Where are the children? Where are they? You can't frame good people without evidence!" Buck said to the villagers with a look of doubt.

Seeing Buck's arrival, the people in the theater breathed a sigh of relief and then approached him.

"My Lord, these unruly people didn't have tickets and forced their way into the theater, injuring the theater staff!" the old man from the theater said, embellishing the story.

"I have evidence! The evidence is right here! Just open the carriage; the children are inside!" Lott pointed at the theater's carriage and said excitedly to Buck.

"They also killed people, right here in the theater!"

"Yes, yes! That black-clothed man from the theater killed people. The bodies are inside!"

...The villagers spoke one after another to Buck.

"Enough! The carriage is the theater's private property; you have no right to search it. As for the murder, you say a black-clothed man killed people. Where is he? Where did the black-clothed man go?" Buck looked impatient.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. The black-clothed man had just been here, but he had vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Little Lance, come out. I'll carry you out!" Looking at the carriage and the truth within reach, Lott couldn't help but open the carriage.

"My Lord, the children really are inside! The theater people are human traffickers!" Lott held Little Lance, who had brown hair.

"That's right, My Lord! These are our missing children! This is the evidence. The theater people didn't just kill; they also trafficked children. The children in this carriage and the bodies in the theater are the proof!" The others also carried the remaining children out of the carriage.