Charlie sneered, “Soleil, I’ve gone through the profiles of your two sons, and honestly, they don’t seem very bright. You could even say they’re a bit foolish. But that’s not a problem; they’re both hefty and pale, which means they’re physically capable. Wanlong Temple is currently establishing a permanent base in Syria, and we need strong, simple-minded individuals to carry out the hard work. Your sons are just what we need.”


    Hearing this, Soleil felt a wave of fear wash over her, and tears began to flow as she contemted begging for mercy. However, Charlie shot her a piercing re and said coldly, “Soleil, I intend to save your sons right now. But if you keep talking nonsense and aggravating me, I might have to reconsider my approach. If ites to that, the three of you might not be safe.”


    Upon hearing his words, Soleil, though terrified, knew better than to speak out again. She had already learned that sometimes it’s better to endure than to risk everything for a fleeting hope of survival.<fn59a4> Chapters first released on find·novel</fn59a4>


    If her sons were to go to Syria, it would be far preferable to facing an uncertain fate that might lead to their silent demise.


    With resolve, she raised her arm and pped herself hard, eximing nervously, “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault! Mr. Wade, please don’t hold this against me…”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie chose to ignore her and instead turned to Abbas, summoning him aside. In a low voice, he instructed, “Abbas, have your men remove all the bodies of the Crazy Juarez members. Leave no one behind, and ensure the same for those who will be taken care ofter.”


    “Understood!” Abbas nodded promptly, then inquired quietly, “Mr. Wade, there are a few Chinese individuals in the adjacent cell. What should I do with them?”


    Without hesitation, Charlie replied, “We can’t just leave them. Handle the tasks I mentioned first, and I’ll take care of those people myself.”


    “Yes, sir!” Abbas responded, then stepped out of the underground operation room as Charlie made his way to the iron fence along the corridor.


    As Charlie approached, several inmates behind the iron bars rushed forward, excitement lighting up their faces. Among them were elderly women in their seventies and eighties, alongside young adults in their twenties.


    Charlie was taken aback that even the elderly were not spared in this grim situation. At their age, what worth could their organs possibly have?


    Suddenly, one of them, a man in his mid-thirties, stared at Charlie with hope and pleaded, “Mr. Wade, Mr. Wade, please help us!”


    Charlie wasn’t surprised by the address; he had revealed his true identity earlier, and they could easily recognize him through the iron bars.


    He looked at the speaker and asked, “Are you from China as well?”


    “Yes!” the man replied quickly, gesturing to those around him. “We’re all from China. We were tricked by them and now find ourselves locked up here, waiting for organ matching. Those who were matched before us… they were all killed. Please, save us!”


    Charlie studied the eager faces of his fellow countrymen and assured them, “Don’t worry, I will definitely get you out of here.”


    He paused for a moment before continuing, “However, there’s one important thing I need to make clear.”


    Several voices chimed in eagerly, “Sir, please tell us!”


    Charlie stated firmly, “Everything that has happened here today must remain confidential. It cannot be shared outside these walls.”


    The man responded earnestly, “Don’t worry, sir! Once we’re out, we won’t say a word. Nobody will even ask!”