The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

This kick was so powerful and the angle was so tricky that it knocked out half of the man's life and flew him out, smashing a wooden chair.

The other gang members in the room were all jumping up and down, some yelling, some yelling, some pulling out guns to resist... However, how can this group of gangsters be compared to well-trained professional fighters?

Gattuso quickly took out the revolver from his waist, and Holker also rushed in, accompanied by a deep and breathtaking shout.

"Everyone put down their weapons, squat on the ground, and hold their heads in their hands. Anyone who dares to move will die!"

Obviously, not everyone will just sit back and die. The gunshots rang out, "bang bang bang", and then quickly fell silent.

Joyce walked through the door easily and saw three men with bullets in their chests and eyebrows, lying on the ground bleeding profusely. Other gang members were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling and not even daring to raise their heads.

What kind of ruthless gangsters could they be who only dared to kidnap children? They were undoubtedly guys who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing Gattuso and the others killing without mercy, I was already frightened to the point of being overwhelmed and terrified.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the hall, but it was somewhat diluted by the smell of blood.

"Who is the leader here?"

Joyce asked. His voice was not loud, but to these people it sounded like a devil's whisper.

Although no one dared to answer, their eyes already showed the answer. Most of the gang members turned their eyes to a man squatting by the window.

It was an overweight man whose loose clothes were stretched out in a round shape. Joyce walked up to him and kicked him:

"Are you the boss?"

The obese man held his head tightly, shaking it and said:

"I'm not, I'm not, our boss doesn't live here, he lives in his own home."

"Keep your head up."

Joyce ordered, only to see a fat face that was constantly trembling, and the facial features were almost squeezed together.

Damn, I should have known better than to let him raise his head... Joyce said sharply: "If you dare to lie to me, you know what will happen."

The obese man immediately swore: "Don't you dare, I'm telling the truth."

It seems that we still need to take the trouble to go there again to eliminate all the evil... Joyce thought about it, and then continued to ask:

"Where did you keep the children?"

There was an expression on his face that didn't look like crying or smiling, and the fat man quickly begged for mercy:

"It's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. We really didn't know that we arrested your friend. I will release him immediately... There is money on the second floor, just use it as our apology..."

Joyce's face turned cold, and he actually thought he was a gangster, kicked him twice, and said sternly:

"I asked you where the child is being held!"

"It's in the basement, I'll take you there." The fat man crawled over without dignity and said flatteringly.

"Let's go," Joyce said.

The stairs were in a state of disrepair, and because the man was so fat, they made a creaking sound when he stepped on them, fearing that they might break suddenly.

There was still no one guarding the dark basement, and the scene in front of me was like a prison.

Several rooms surrounded by iron fences housed varying numbers of children, mixed with men and women, and only a small amount of light could come through from the skylight.

There was a thin layer of straw mats spread on the cold ground, and the children were eating. Even some children whose hands were disabled and unable to eat needed to be fed by others. There was no noise, no noise, only deep silence and despair.

Seeing someone coming down, the children all stopped what they were doing, shrank their bodies, and looked at Joyce and the two of them in unison, their eyes full of timidity and fear.

Joyce's heart twitched, and she couldn't help but kicked the fat man again:

"Go, open the door."

The latter did not dare to neglect, took out the key and opened all the iron fences.

However, even so, the children tightened their bodies even more nervously. No one dared to make a sound, let alone walk out of the prison.

Joyce took a step forward, showed a kind smile, and said softly:

"Children, come out quickly, my brother will take you to eat something delicious."

The children glanced at him, but still didn't speak. Then they looked at the fat man in front of them, but no one moved at all.

"Tell me." Joyce turned to look at the gang leader who had already been sentenced to death.

The fat man cried sadly: "You guys come out quickly and follow this master..."

Joyce then said: "Did you hear me? You can come out. You don't have to stay here anymore. I'm here to rescue you."

The children became confused, hesitant, or in disbelief... They looked at each other until one boy plucked up the courage to come out.

His limbs were intact, but there were several scars from burns on his face, which were shocking. The boy walked up to Joyce, raised his head and looked into his eyes:

"can I go now?"

Joyce smiled kindly and said: "Of course, no one will beat or scold you anymore, and you don't have to beg anymore. You will be free..."

Listening to these words, the boy's eyes became brighter and brighter. He turned to the children in the prison and said loudly:

"Everyone, please come out, this brother is a good man."

"Good guy", "hero", "freedom"... After a while of whispering, another child plucked up the courage to step out of the iron fence, followed closely by all the remaining children... This was their first time out of necessity.

Walk out of this door voluntarily.

Some children were so weak that they were unable to walk, and some had disabled legs and could not move around, but they were not left behind... They supported each other and walked up the stairs step by step without anyone complaining.

In the lobby on the first floor, the remaining gang members had been tied up and lying on the ground unable to move.

However, the fear engraved in their heads made the children still dare not approach them. They just gathered in a tight group and watched from a distance as these bad guys who had beaten and bullied them were subdued like chickens, all exposed.

Looks of surprise and disbelief.

"Believe it now, you are free."

Joyce finally entered the hall and announced, to a roar of cheers from the children.

Then, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and found that the matter ended faster than he expected. There was still time, so he planned to call the former adventurer Pablo who was watching at the door to come in.

However, a child walked up to him, it was the brave boy with burns on his face who was the first to walk out of the prison.

"Brother, who are you?" he asked, raising his head.

Joyce squatted down slightly, touched his head and said:

"We are righteous adventurers, here to protect you."

The boy had never studied, and he didn’t even know much about the outside world. He had some vague understanding, but he knew who were the good guys and who were the bad guys. He asked again:

"Why can you beat these bad guys?"

Joyce was silent for a while and then gave the real answer:

"Because I am better than them."