Long Yingxiao knelt down, stretched out the ring finger and little finger of his right hand, put them against the man's neck, and said condescendingly.
"What do you want to do?"
The middle-aged man couldn't get away, so he had to lie on the ground, looked up at Long Yingxiao, and said.
"It's very simple. Tell me, how much did the child sell for?"
"You want money, right? Come on, give it all to you and let us go."
The middle-aged man took out several bundles of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and threw them out.
"Who would care about such dirty money, Zi Ling, call the police."
Long Yingxiao was finally able to confirm at this time that they had indeed sold the child.
"Besides this woman, are there any other accomplices?"
"No!"
What the man said was categorical.
"Let's go, I'll take you to meet your buyer first."
Long Yingxiao didn't know whether the man had any accomplices. After all, it was not clear from this time whether they were committing crimes in a large-scale gang. They could only wait until the police came to answer this question.
After Mo Ziling finished the call, Long Yingxiao asked:
"What did the police say?"
"They are already on their way, and they are expected to arrive within ten minutes."
"Ten minutes..."
Long Yingxiao frowned and said again,
"Okay, keep an eye on this woman, let's go in."
Long Yingxiao asked the middle-aged man and woman to walk in front, while he and Mo Ziling watched from behind. They followed the two to the buyer's house. This house seemed relatively wealthy and had all kinds of home appliances and facilities.
The middle-aged man and woman pushed the door open and walked in. A young man and woman were holding a child and feeding him milk powder from a bottle. When they saw the two men coming back, they were a little surprised and asked:
"Why are you back again?"
However, Long Yingxiao and Long Yingxiao could not understand this sentence because they spoke Uyghur.
"Please speak Mandarin."
Long Yingxiao appeared from behind the middle-aged man and woman and said.
"You are?"
"We are here to get our children back."
This time the young man spoke Chinese, and Long Yingxiao answered truthfully.
"what's the situation?"
This time the young man spoke to the middle-aged man in Uyghur.
The two started talking, and Long Yingxiao did not interrupt them. It was immediately obvious that it was the young man who was asking the trafficker what happened.
After a few words, the young man knew what had happened. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, separated one out and handed it to Long Yingxiao, and said:
"Friend, let's get to know each other. My name is Abriz, and this is my wife Reyihan. I hope you can let this matter go. My wife and I have no children, and we really want a child. We have no choice but to do this.
The next best thing."
Long Yingxiao waved his hand, did not take the cigarette he gave him, and said:
"You don't have children, so you want other people's children. What about other people? Do their children deserve to be substitutes for your children?"
"Humph, Abuliz, slave of Allah, is this what Allah taught you?"
When Long Yingxiao got angry, he also revealed the meaning of the name. Abulizi means "slave of God" in Uyghur.
Hearing Long Yingxiao mention the meaning of his name, Ablizi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"Friend, this matter has nothing to do with you, there is no need to meddle in other people's business. I still have a thousand dollars left, so I can take this trip as a tired friend."
"I don't want it, and I won't leave. I'll just wait here for the police to come."
Long Yingxiao knocked the money out of his hand, and after saying these words, he just sat there with all his strength and didn't care about Abulizi.
Abulizi saw Long Yingxiao sitting down and had no intention of leaving. He shook his head and stopped talking. He squatted down and picked up the fallen money, and then walked back to Re Yihan.
He looked down at the infant child.
Although Long Yingxiao wanted to grab the child directly, he was afraid of hurting the child. Abulizi and Reyihan seemed to love the child very much, so Long Yingxiao did not take action. He just sat there,
Keep an eye on the man and woman who abducted the child.
What makes Long Yingxiao feel a little strange is that whether it is Abriz, his wife Reyihan, or the two traffickers, they don't seem to be very afraid of the arrival of the police. Especially Abriz, his calmness
The extent was simply beyond Long Yingxiao's imagination.
How is this going?
A big question mark arose in Long Yingxiao's heart, but he had no time to think about it anymore. The siren sounded outside the door and the police had already arrived.
"What's going on? Who reported the case?"
A middle-aged male policeman walked towards him. Long Yingxiao looked at his police title and saw that he was a third-level police inspector. However, he spoke in Uyghur and his words confused Long Yingxiao.
, Long Yingxiao looked at Mo Ziling subconsciously, and Mo Ziling shook his head, saying that he didn't understand either.
Before Long Yingxiao could answer, Abriz and the male trafficker took the initiative to talk to the policeman.
This made Long Yingxiao even more confused. They couldn't have discovered their conscience and took the initiative to admit their mistakes to the police.
Long Yingxiao then denied his thoughts, because the third-level police inspector did not listen to what Abulizi said. After a few words, he then looked at Long Yingxiao, and he seemed to look at Long Yingxiao with disgust.
That's not right, Long Yingxiao thought to himself, but he did not act rashly because the matter was still unclear. He took a step forward and pulled Mo Ziling to his side, grabbed her hand, and said to the third-level police inspector:
"Mr. Police Officer, can you understand Chinese?"
"Catch him!"
The male policeman said this to the police outside, and he still used Uyghur. Long Yingxiao still couldn't understand it, but he could still understand the current situation.
Damn, no one can understand Chinese?
Long Yingxiao cursed secretly in his heart. He let go of Mo Ziling's hand and motioned for her to step back.
Long Yingxiao knew that he would never be caught. Not to mention how much time Long Yingxiao would spend in jail if he was really caught as a human trafficker, and how much time he would lose in searching for the Nine Star Stone. Even if it was just for a moment, a
Lai Long Yingxiao will not let the real culprit go unpunished, and secondly, he himself will not be willing to suffer injustice.
"Isn't there anyone who can speak Chinese?"
Long Yingxiao roared angrily and looked at the group of policemen in front of him who wanted to arrest him. Taking a step forward, Long Yingxiao came to the yard. The space inside the house was too small and not suitable for fighting.
The policemen beside him rushed towards him one after another, and Long Yingxiao did not dare to be careless. Although he did not use the Nine-Link Art, he still used some internal strength. After a few rounds,
Afterwards, everyone was knocked to the ground by Long Yingxiao.
So weak?
Long Yingxiao couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart. It wasn't that he was mocking the other party, but that the combat effectiveness of this group of policemen was ridiculously weak.
"Don't move. Look who this is. If you don't want her to get hurt, just put your head in your hands and squat down."
The third-level police inspector who first appeared walked out of the room and clamped his arms firmly around Mo Ziling's neck, as if Long Yingxiao was going to destroy him if he moved again.
Although Long Yingxiao still didn't understand what he was saying, his body language and what he was doing now clearly showed what he wanted to do.
"He asked you to put your head in your hands, squat on the ground, and surrender, my friend."
Abulizi walked out of the room, looked at Long Yingxiao with interest, and said.
After Long Yingxiao heard this, he looked at Mo Ziling. Mo Ziling was not too scared. After all, in the eyes of ability users, the physical threat from ordinary people was nothing, not to mention that the policeman only controlled it with his hands.
To protect yourself, you don't use lethal weapons like guns or knives.
With just one glance, Long Yingxiao knew what he should do next.
The third-level police inspector was still yelling, and Long Yingxiao didn't know what he was yelling about. He squatted down and slowly held his head with both hands.
Seeing Long Yingxiao's cooperation, the third-level police inspector subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, Long Yingxiao seized the opportunity. An iron block the size of a fist suddenly appeared in his right hand. His right arm suddenly exerted force and hit the third-level police inspector's elbow.
There are two reasons why I chose the elbow. The first point is: the iron ball is quite heavy. If it hits the wrist of the third-level police inspector, the weight and the impact may cause Mo Ziling to hit the wrist.
He was also injured. Second point: As soon as the iron ball hit his elbow, the third-level police inspector's forearm would subconsciously bounce away, which made it easier for Mo Ziling to escape from his control.
The third-level police inspector did not expect that Long Yingxiao would fight back. The main reason was that he did not understand where Long Yingxiao got such a big iron ball. Naturally, Long Yingxiao would not tell him.
There are a lot of strange things, and this iron ball is just one of them.
The third-level police inspector suffered from pain in his elbow, not to mention the strong numbness after the acupuncture point on his elbow was hit. Mo Ziling pushed his forearm and ran out.
Long Yingxiao stood up, hugged Mo Ziling who was running towards him, and asked in a low voice:
"Are you okay?"
Mo Ziling shook his head and did not leave Long Yingxiao's arms.
"Stay with me and let me solve it. You take out your phone first..."
After saying that, Long Yingxiao did not let go of Mo Ziling. He held her hand with his right hand, raised his left leg and kicked the third-level police inspector.
After kicking him to the ground, Long Yingxiao stepped forward and stepped heavily on his chest.
"Be honest with me!"
Although the third-level police inspector could not understand Long Yingxiao's words, looking at Long Yingxiao's expression, one could tell that he was already angry.
Nodding to Mo Ziling, Long Yingxiao let go of his hand and pulled Ablizi over.
"Say, tell him in Uyghur what have you done?"
Seeing that the situation was pressing, Abulizi talked a lot to the third-level police inspector again.
Long Yingxiao originally thought that Abulizi would play tricks again, but this time he seemed to really tell the truth?