Chapter 615: Not One of Them Is Good

That's right, it's still the same case of the idiot girl going missing.

After investigation, the final number of missing persons was confirmed at twelve, and Captain Hua and his team had followed the leads to identify the true owner of the factory involved.

This Ye Haiqiang is cunning, but many things he simply cannot deny.

Starting a factory isn't as simple as it sounds.

Even if you hire an agent to help, traces remain.

And criminal investigators are far more professional at handling such matters than industrial and commercial departments.

"I, I..."

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Ye Haiqiang completely lost his composure, stammering without uttering a single coherent sentence.

Captain Hua wasn't in a hurry; he stood beside him, patiently waiting.

At this point, any defense was futile—Ye Haiqiang had no way out.

"Can you give me a cigarette?"

The moment he said this, Captain Hua knew his psychological defenses had collapsed.

Pulling out a pack of Dayun cigarettes, Captain Hua took one and placed it between his lips, then lit it.

Throughout this process, no one spoke in the interrogation room—only the soft "click" of the lighter breaking the silence.

Ye Haiqiang took a deep drag, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and his expression gradually calmed.

"I was just too greedy."

He shook his head with a bitter smile, as if filled with profound regret for his actions:

"Twelve people—this time, even suspended sentence is a luxury. Karma has finally come."

He took another drag and continued:

"Last October, someone in the circle spread the word that they needed a batch of women, all under thirty-five, the more the better."

"They offered a base price of one hundred thousand, with extra for younger women with good health and appearance."

A bitter smile crossed his face:

"In the circle, a hundred thousand was an astronomical price—I was tempted, but I had no girls to supply, and finding people at year-end was always hard."

By now, Captain Hua had returned to his seat across from him.

Seeing him bring the cigarette back to his lips, Captain Hua seized the moment to ask:

"What exactly do you mean by 'the circle'? And what was your line of work before?"

Though he already had a rough idea, he needed to hear the exact answer from the man himself.

"Well..."

Ye Haiqiang exhaled a plume of smoke, thought for a moment, then replied:

"I ran a middleman business."

Hearing his answer, Captain Hua involuntarily clenched his teeth.

"You've already done it—why be so coy? Just say 'human trafficker' outright."

Captain Hua stared at him and asked:

"How long have you been in this line?"

"I started at twenty-four, with my family," Ye Haiqiang answered without hesitation.

"It's been nearly ten years. Besides catching silkworms, I don't know any other trade. Too bad I never saved a penny—had I quit earlier, I wouldn't be here now."

Hearing his unconscious use of underworld slang, Captain Hua knew this was a seasoned insider.

"Catching silkworms" was underworld slang for kidnapping children.

It was clear this was a professional child trafficker.

He started with his family ten years ago—meaning his entire family were human traffickers.

"Tell me about your family first."

Captain Hua knew well the principle of eradicating evil completely.

Since not a single one of them was good, they had to be wiped out as a whole.

"There's nothing left to say."

Ye Haiqiang's expression suddenly turned strange—filled with venomous resentment and grotesque fury:

"My father was beaten to death by villagers three years ago after botching a job in a village. My mother was executed by firing squad a year ago. My second uncle resisted arrest and was shot on the spot."

"I'm the only son. Now I'm the last one left."

Heaven has eyes... Captain Hua suddenly felt a surge of satisfaction.