Chapter 674: The Most Powerful Human Trafficker

This is a beast... Yu Dazhang couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Falling into the hands of that pervert leaves only two paths for the future:

1, be beaten to death alive.

2, survive, but also commit a serious crime.

Either way, it won't be good.

This is a true demon.

But the more such a person disregards human life, the harder they are to catch.

Think about it: someone who can use their own kind as tools—what else wouldn't they do?

There's often a scene like this in movies and TV dramas.

The villain says: "This is my last time; after this, I'll stop."

Whenever this scene appears, it means the villain is doomed.

Actually, this fits reality quite well.

A villain stopping isn't because they've earned enough; it's because they've gone soft.

In the eyes of their fellow criminals who worked with them, they become a major threat, so they must die.

Conversely, those who walk one path straight to the end are the ones who survive until the last.

That pervert wasn't punished by the law; he drank himself to death. Actually, that counts as surviving until the last.

"Is the pervert you mentioned really dead by accident?" Yu Dazhang asked.

It's suspicious; he felt that pervert died too easily.

"A cautious person like him wouldn't be killed by others," Zhang Qian said with a bitter smile:

"I once tried to drug him with sleeping pills, but he saw through it immediately. That time, I almost got beaten to death by him."

"Perhaps Heaven itself couldn't bear it anymore, so he died suddenly after drinking."

He didn't die suddenly; he was scared to death by himself... Yu Dazhang had seen too many such examples.

When a person is overly cautious, it's like living in constant fear, terrified of being killed by others; over time, their nerves break down.

This is probably also the reason for that person's mania.

Long-term lack of security can drive a person mad.

In the end, they chose to numb themselves with alcohol, until the string in their mind snapped all at once.

People, once they've done something guilty, can truly be scared to death by themselves.

"How much do you know about that buyer?"

Yu Dazhang changed the question.

Before the hypnosis, he had already learned almost everything about Zhang Qian, but it was limited strictly to her personal experiences and sufferings.

Whenever the topic turned to others, she would shut her mouth and say nothing.

But this time, without even thinking, she answered directly:

"His name is Zhang Jiangke. I don't know his exact age; he looks to be over fifty, but it's hard to say. Men tend to look younger as they age, so he could be over sixty."

Zhang Qian spoke very quickly:

"Also, I don't know if the name is real, but that pervert always called him Old Zhang."

"I once saw his ID card by chance."

Age really can't be judged just by looking at someone's face.

Take the Zhang Qian in front of me, for example.

At first, Yu Dazhang thought she was at least in her thirties, probably between thirty-two and thirty-five.

But after checking her identity information, she was only twenty-eight.

Normally, if a woman takes good care of herself, even after thirty, she still looks youthful.

But Zhang Qian is a reverse example.

Of course, this is mainly due to her experiences; being tortured for three years makes looking older quite normal.

"You've seen his ID card; you should know his exact age."