Her breath hitched, Jun Huang turned around and grabbed one of the men by the collar, her voice steely as she demanded, “Is this all of them?”

The man had been scared witless. He answered every one of her questions obediently.

Jun Huang frowned. “Did any of you see an eight years old boy?”

The man thought for a moment. “Is it a finely dressed, well-mannered boy?”

“Where is he?” Jun Huang demanded.

“We didn’t take him,” the man stuttered. “He was drugged and taken away.”

Jun Huang’s pupils contracted. She let go of the man, who fell to the ground and fainted from his fear. Nan Xun couldn’t bear seeing the regretful look on Jun Huang’s face. He pulled Jun Huang into his arms. “Perhaps Jun Hao was rescued. We’ll gather more information first. Don’t be too worried.”

Jun Huang nodded without thinking...