CHAPTER 485: CHAPTER 485: THE AIR IS TOXIC, PUT ON YOUR MASK

"Break their arms and legs."

Leon Keane’s voice was cold.

"Yes, President Kane."

The bodyguards acted swiftly, picking up the hand of the man writhing in pain on the ground, and delivering a fierce punch. With a crack and a scream, the man’s hand was broken.

The nearby pedestrians, witnessing this scene, were all too scared to approach, some retreating three steps away for fear of being implicated.

No one reported to the police because they had just seen with their own eyes that the two men being beaten and a woman grabbing a little girl were indeed human traffickers.

They did not suspect Ivana Monroe at all.

Ivana Monroe was beautiful and dressed fashionably, even if some of them couldn’t recognize the brand, just by looking at the material of her clothes, they knew it was expensive.

Ask yourself, would a beautiful woman who could afford designer clothes resort to child abduction?

Especially a dirty, flower-selling child?

This is completely impossible!

Therefore, the truth was only one: this group of ordinary-dressed people were the traffickers, later proven by the fact that when Tonia saw Ivana "being hit," she became very anxious.

And the woman who took the little girl, Joan, showed no sympathy on her face when the girl cried, even twisting the girl’s ear, whispering some threatening words.

Ask yourself, could a mother do such a thing?

If so, she must be a vicious stepmother.

Parents all hate traffickers.

Some of the pedestrians were already parents, some were about to become parents, and none of them had any sympathy for the traffickers.

So, seeing the two traffickers having their hands and feet broken, they felt it was justified, believing that crime cost too low, allowing scum like them to act recklessly.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Leon Keane stood in front of Ivana Monroe, checking her over.

"I’m fine."

Ivana Monroe shook her head, suddenly saying, "Oh no, Tonia."

Behind Leon Keane, Joan who had taken Tonia, was gone, and the man who had initially grabbed her by the neck was also missing.

Tap tap tap!

Ivana Monroe ran to where Joan had stood earlier, looking around but couldn’t find Tonia’s small figure. She urgently asked the remaining pedestrians: "Did any of you see where that woman holding the girl went?"

The pedestrians shook their heads.

They had been focused entirely on the bodyguard beating the two traffickers, and hadn’t noticed Joan and Tonia.

This gave Joan the chance to take Tonia away.

Ivana Monroe felt disappointed, her heart anxious, knowing that once the woman took Tonia away, all her anger would be vented on the little girl.

Also, the man bleeding from the head she hit.

Tonia was so small, how could she endure such torment?

"Honey, don’t worry, aren’t there still two people in our hands here?"

Leon Keane held Ivana Monroe’s hand to calm her down.

"Right, right!"

Ivana Monroe gratefully looked at Leon Keane, then said, "Help me find out where their hideout is, they took Tonia, I’m afraid... she won’t make it through the night."

"Alright, no problem. Don’t worry too much, honey, I’ll find a way to rescue Tonia."

Leon Keane’s words were like a calming pill to Ivana Monroe.

"Stop."

When the bodyguards prepared to break the second leg of the two men, Leon Keane stepped up to stop them.

"Yes, President Kane."

Leon Keane gestured, and the bodyguards retreated behind him.

The two men on the ground were writhing in pain, their faces contorted, curled up on the ground, unable to lift their arms or legs because they were broken.

Leon Keane’s dark eyes flashed with disgust as he kicked one of them in the face, "I’ll give you one chance, how can I find the two accomplices who ran off?"

The man whose face was kicked groaned in anguish, not responding to Leon Keane.

Because, he couldn’t answer, he couldn’t let Leon Keane find their place.

There were more than just Tonia there.

If found...

"Not talking? Then you’ll have no chance to speak."

Leon Keane snapped his fingers at the bodyguards behind him.

The bodyguard understood, stepping forward and viciously kicking the man’s other unbroken leg.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ it hurts so much! Stop, it’ll be fatal..." The man screamed in agony, it was too painful, each kick was forceful, the pain not only in the unbroken leg but also in the broken hand and leg, the pain at the fracture overwhelming.

Leon Keane didn’t say stop, thus the bodyguard didn’t stop.

The man’s screams were futile.

Don, watching his accomplice being brutally mistreated by the bodyguard, thought of the pain from having his arm and leg broken earlier, swallowing his icy saliva and hesitating whether to tell Leon Keane?

Don was from a remote place, and didn’t recognize Leon Keane, but seeing Leon Keane bringing bodyguards, he thought to himself: This man dares to break their arms and legs on the street, surely involved with the underworld.

Don feared people like this the most, because they were ruthless, not only breaking bones but also killing people without hesitation.

Leon Keane slowly turned, glaring at Don.

Don shrunk his neck in fear, not daring to meet Leon Keane’s gaze.

"Now it’s your turn."

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk, don’t hit me."

Don was cowardly, speaking in fear.

Leon Keane’s lips curled into a cold smile: "Speak."

Don couldn’t care about anything else, immediately reporting an address: "You go there, you’ll definitely find Joan and Tonia."

The man whose legs were broken shouted in pain at Don: "How can you give away the address? Are you crazy?"

The man couldn’t accept this—he held out despite having two broken legs, yet Don, the traitor, spoke.

If that place was exposed, they would be caught and jailed for years.

"I’m not crazy, I just don’t want to die."

A broken hand and leg could be fixed, but Don feared the worst-that Leon Keane’s group might kill him, and death was irreversible.

"Take them both to the car, if the address is fake, throw them into the sea to feed the sharks."

"Yes, President Kane."

Leon Keane turned, intending for Ivana Monroe to go back, and he would rescue Tonia alone.

"I’ll go with you."

"Honey..."

"You’re so capable, I won’t be in any danger with you. Husband, please take me with you!"

Seeing Ivana Monroe’s trusting eyes, Leon Keane felt proud.

"Alright!"

Leon Keane drove a luxury car, taking Ivana Monroe to the address Don provided.

This was a shabby, abandoned factory, with an unpleasant odor filling the air. Around the factory were piled abandoned plastic and metal barrels, labeled with "chemical" letters.

Leon Keane parked, handing Ivana Monroe a mask: "The air here has residual toxic gases, wear this mask!"

These traffickers were cruel, keeping children in such a chemical waste factory, truly disregarding them as human beings.