The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

The young rich kid couldn't help but complain, his tone mixed with impatience and confusion: "Hey, what on earth are you doing? If you keep going so slowly, you'll be gone!"

Facing the doubt, Sheng Junwei answered calmly and confidently: "If you think I'm not fast enough, please wait here. We will solve the problem properly and bring back a satisfactory result."

These words left the rich kid speechless, and his dissatisfaction was suppressed by this lukewarm answer.

Such a reaction was beyond his expectations. According to common sense, the other party should have retorted and let him chase after her himself.

However, since the woman in blue did not raise any objections, even though he was unwilling, he could only suppress his resentment and wait for the result.

At this moment, the mysterious man had passed through several narrow and dim alleys, and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous and dilapidated courtyard.

The mansion looked ordinary and no different from other ordinary houses, except that most of the surrounding houses were vacant and dead silent.

If there were neighbors nearby, they would definitely notice all kinds of strange noises coming from this courtyard in the dead of night.

The sharp screams, the suppressed moans of young men and women, and even the occasional arrogant laughter, echoed like a nightmare.

The man knocked on the wooden door with a unique and secret rhythm. After a moment, a low code word came from the crack of the door: "King of Heaven!"

"Earth Tiger!" He responded quickly, his voice deliberately lowered.

As the door hinge slowly turned, an equally low and guarded voice came from behind the door. After confirming the identity of the visitor, the man stepped over the threshold and reported with a stern face: "A few pigs' families came to visit, and they brought some important people with them."

"Those people are well-dressed and have extraordinary temperaments. They are obviously not easy to deal with. If they intervene in this matter, I am afraid that even adults will find it difficult to ensure our safety."

The person behind the door frowned upon hearing this, with a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes: "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"Absolutely impossible!" The shifty-looking man urged anxiously, "We must prepare for retreat as soon as possible before they get to our door."

After hearing this, the man who opened the door spat helplessly, cursed "bad luck" in a low voice, and then quickened his movements.

Then he assigned two women to go out and investigate the situation, while he himself got busy packing his luggage and dealing with the so-called "goods".

The courtyard was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of mold.

There are many disabled people like Old Man Wang’s son imprisoned there. Some of them are missing limbs, and their shapes are different. Pain and despair are written all over their numb faces.

The only thing in common is that these people have been cruelly deprived of the right to speak and can only silently tell their experiences and desires through their eyes.

A pale-faced woman rushed into the crowd, almost tripping in panic. "This is terrible! Two strangers are going door to door asking for water, and now they are almost to our street. From my observation of their behavior, it doesn't seem like they are really thirsty. They are probably pathfinders for those big shots."

In the crowd, a wretched-looking man punched into the void, his annoyance evident in his words: "They caught up with us so quickly!"

His gaze was like ice as he swept across the disabled people in the courtyard. The cruelty in his eyes seemed to penetrate every trembling heart: "It seems that these encumbrances cannot be taken on the road."

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked ordinary, but was actually the leader of this group of people, frowned and asked in a deep voice: "You mean... to solve all of them?"

The man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks was not the leader, but he was the think tank among the group. He had a cold smile on his face, and his voice was full of unquestionable determination: "Even if they become mute in the future, they have already memorized our appearance and voice. If they want to save their lives one day, they may sell us out. It's better to end it now, cleanly and neatly."

Among this group of disabled people, even the lame ones with limited mobility were not spared. It would undoubtedly be an extremely heavy burden to take them on the road.

The people around listened to this analysis, expressed their agreement, and nodded silently, as if this decision was natural and beyond reproach.

So, regardless of gender, everyone picked up their sharp butcher knives, ready to carry out this cruel order.

But just as the blade was about to fall, a series of rapid and powerful shouts of "Stop" rang out.

Immediately afterwards, several masters with extraordinary skills came from all directions, like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

Hidden weapons rained down like rain, and the swordsmen's wrists were hit by acupoints in an instant, and the swords in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.

In less than a moment, those who intended to do evil were subdued by the newcomers.

When the last struggling knifeman was pinned to the ground, the old woman who was on guard outside ran in in a panic, and was about to shout "Those people..."

But after seeing that all his accomplices in the yard were subdued, he swallowed his words back.

She looked around, despair welled up in her heart, and she turned around and tried to escape without hesitation.

Unfortunately, before she could complete her move, she was kicked back by one of Sheng Junwei's followers who arrived shortly afterwards. The force was so great that the old woman staggered and almost fell.

The young nobleman who had been chattering away before, after witnessing all this, froze in his tracks as soon as he stepped out of the door, muttering to himself: "This...what's going on?"

The followers who had been following them were now pressing a group of unidentified men and women to the ground.

Those people struggled desperately and shouted for help when they saw someone approaching, their voices filled with fear and helplessness.

Apart from these people, only the elderly, the weak and the sick were left in the huge courtyard.

Although they are said to be the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, in fact, there are more people who are seriously injured and disabled.

Some had lost limbs, some were deaf and blind. They were dressed in rags and looked haggard, like the dying grass and trees in the desert.

Although their sufferings were different, despair and brokenness were etched on each of their faces.

What is even more shocking is that in the face of the forced intrusion and arrest by outsiders, they behaved surprisingly calmly, just staring blankly at the gate of the courtyard with empty eyes, as if they had already lost their reaction to everything.

This aristocratic boy, who had always been bold and daring, could not help but feel a chill under the gaze of so many eyes full of complex emotions. He instinctively took a step back, his voice trembling slightly: "He...they...what on earth is going on?"

Sheng Junwei stared at the figures of the disabled people with a frown on her face.

The girl in the blue skirt asked softly, "Doctor Sheng, what is going on? Why is this happening?"