CHAPTER 370: CHAPTER 370: SONG YUANHUAN’S ANNOYANCE

Xu Xiuxiu pricked up her ears and listened intently, hearing the fierce sounds of a fight coming from the next room. She couldn’t help but feel a twist in her heart, fearing that Song Yuanhuan wouldn’t be able to withstand those scumbags. However, the commotion did not last long—only about five or six minutes. Soon, the next room fell silent, save for the continuous moans of pain. If Xiuxiu wasn’t mistaken, it must have been Song Yuanhuan who easily took care of that group, no doubt about it.

Indeed, that was the case. A well-trained special forces operator versus a gang of unscrupulous child traffickers—who, apart from their complete lack of conscience, were no match for him—Song Yuanhuan felt no pressure fighting them with his bare hands. After beating them into crying and begging for mercy, he tore down the curtains in the room, tied up the five traffickers securely, and tossed them into a corner before checking on the rest of the place.

The room, aside from a few makeshift card tables, was empty except for the echoing cries of children. The crying was clear and piercing, funneling into the eardrums. A closer look revealed two infants, not even a year old, lying side by side on a bed, wailing ceaselessly with voices hoarse from exhaustion, their eyes swollen red like peaches, presumably from being overly hungry. Song Yuanhuan’s heart ached at the sight, but he forced himself to stay composed and decided to search the room before anything else. If there happened to be a fish that slipped through the net, any carelessness might bring trouble.

Thus, Song Yuanhuan cautiously checked every nook and cranny. However, when he opened the wardrobe to inspect it, he was suddenly confronted with the sight of a small girl, about three or four years old, lying inside. The girl lay with her eyes closed, her complexion ashen and body stiff, seemingly lifeless. In that instant, Song Yuanhuan felt as if his throat were constricted, breathing becoming a hardship.

"You bunch of beasts." Upon realizing something was terribly wrong with the little girl, Song Yuanhuan didn’t even have the courage to touch her. After his cheeks twitched violently, his rationality collapsed in an instant. He turned and charged at the traffickers, mercilessly dislocating their arms and legs. Thankfully, he still had some restraint; aiming not to kill, but rather to torment these scum.

"Ah!" The room was filled with nonstop screams and wails. The traffickers looked at him as if he were the King Yan himself, coming to claim their lives, filled with sheer terror.

After venting his rage on the traffickers, Song Yuanhuan, with red eyes and deep breaths, turned and made his way into the bathroom. He found four or five children of various ages lying on the cold bathroom floor, each one barely clinging to life. They were still alive but looked at him with eyes filled with fear and panic upon hearing footsteps. Despite this, they could only whimper weakly, lacking even the strength to speak up.

"Damn it." Song Yuanhuan cursed in frustration as the anger in his heart refused to be quelled.

As a soldier, he was well aware that these traffickers would get their comeuppance once they were caught, as the law would punish them accordingly. Yet, Song Yuanhuan couldn’t suppress the desire to kill these remorseless bastards—the little girl was so young!

Just as Song Yuanhuan’s sanity was on the verge of erupting due to his rage, he heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from the hallway, which he guessed were from the local police. Sure enough, moments later, several police officers in uniform entered the room. The first thing they saw were the traffickers subdued on the ground and then their eyes met with Song Yuanhuan’s.

"I am a military officer from the Tiger Wolf Military District in Z city, currently undertaking advanced studies at the Imperial Military Academy. This is my military ID and student ID," Song Yuanhuan explained the situation clearly to the local police while presenting his credentials.

Military and police have always been closely connected, and once his identity was confirmed, the police’s attitude towards him changed dramatically.

"You’re a military officer? We truly appreciate your report and heroic intervention. Your effort has rescued these innocent children, and on their behalf, I express sincere thanks to you. We are truly grateful," a female police officer, likely accustomed to dealing with traffickers and admiring Song Yuanhuan’s decisive actions, spoke to him with profound gratitude.

"Hmm. What will happen to these children? Will they be sent home?" Song Yuanhuan was accustomed to such formal praise and didn’t pay it much mind. At the moment, his concern was the children’s welfare and how the Police Station would handle them if they couldn’t be properly looked after, as he wouldn’t feel at ease.

"We will be responsible for contacting their families. For the older children who remember their parents’ addresses or contact information, it will be much easier for us. We can ask their family members to come to the Police Station to confirm, or we’ll be responsible for taking them home. There are different processes, but please rest assured, we’ll treat the matter of the children’s whereabouts with the utmost seriousness and clarity. If we can’t find their birth parents, we will arrange for them to stay at the welfare orphanage in X city. There, they receive government subsidies, so life isn’t too difficult for them. In any case, we will do everything in our power to ensure these innocent children are properly cared for," the female officer said, her voice filled with passionate and excited fervor, clearly a dedicated and idealistic public servant in the police force.

"Alright, then I’ll leave it in your capable hands," Song Yuanhuan said, understanding the children’s arrangements and no longer worrying. In the emotional roller coaster, he chose not to get involved in the follow-up proceedings and told them he was staying next door and would have to return home early the next day. He also provided his contact number in case they needed to reach him afterward.

Song Yuanhuan made the situation very clear, and the police team, naturally, were polite in their farewell. He decisively went back to his room to join his wife and child.

Seeing him return, Xu Xiuxiu, who had been anxious, finally sighed in relief, "How did it go? Is everything taken care of?" Xu Xiuxiu asked about the details.

Without sharing too much, Song Yuanhuan selected a few details to tell her, advising her to be more vigilant in the future. Afterwards, he silently stayed by his wife and child’s side, watching them fall into a sleepy slumber while he himself kept his eyes open until daylight.

After the ordeal of the night, he was exhausted. Despite being a battle-hardened military officer with blood on his hands, every time he closed his eyes, the image of the innocent little girl in the wardrobe would haunt his mind, and the anger in his chest refused to subside. Only by keeping his eyes open and clearly seeing his wife and children could his rage be somewhat quelled.

As soon as dawn broke, Song Yuanying, accompanied by Song Chengguang, knocked on their door early from next door. Together, they had breakfast, and then they hurriedly set off on the journey back to their hometown.