Ning An's Wild Wish System

"Pear blossom wood, iron ingots, wooden planks..."

"Which one should we use?"

Upon hearing the woman’s calm words, the human trafficker was on the verge of breaking down.

The things she mentioned are all tortures meant for people like them!

Compared to the Qing Dynasty’s top ten punishments, it’s as good as or worse!

Saying it’s worse than death is just putting it nicely!

Thinking about this, the trafficker’s face couldn’t hide her terror.

"There, there, don’t be afraid, endure a bit and it’ll pass."

The woman gently pulled her hair, holding her movements firmly, speaking calmly: "It’s okay, it’s okay, be brave, bring out the courage you had when stealing kids."

No matter how much the trafficker struggled, the justice that was due had already arrived.

About half an hour later, the sound of police sirens rang out on the road outside the village.

At this moment, the trafficker no longer looked remotely human.

Quickly, police cars arrived.

A few middle-aged police officers got out, swiftly approaching.

They were also keeping an eye on Ning An’s livestream; even if no one called the police, they suspected there was something wrong with this village.

After calculating the time, they guessed the villagers would finish venting their anger before they came over.

When they arrived at the scene, they were dumbfounded.

Scanning the ground, it was hard to tell what was on it was still a person.

The trafficker no longer looked human, seemingly on her last breath, unlikely to live much longer.

Moreover...

The surrounding villagers with a predatory gaze intentionally or unintentionally blocked them from entering.

The message was clear, before she took her last breath, no one could take her!

However, these villagers hadn’t considered that the police are also human; they detest traffickers immensely.

Nonetheless, being in the police force dictates they can’t watch a trafficker be beaten to death.

The leading officer shouted:

"Folks, you can beat her, but you need to leave some breath."

Okay, okay, okay!

Upon hearing this, the villagers became even more enraged.

"The officer said, we can beat her however we want, did you all hear that?"

"Certainly heard it, that’s what the officer said, Lao San, did your wife not eat today? Her hands are so gentle."

"Yo, have the guts to speak loudly, what’s the point whispering to me?"

"..."

In the end, the police took the trafficker away, though she had only a breath left.

The leading officer frowned, worried: "With injuries like these, your village might have to take responsibility."

An old man with a cane came out, walking with faltering steps, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"The injuries on her were caused by me, no one else."

"If you’re going to hold someone accountable, hold me accountable, at worst, I’ll trade a life for a life."

Looking at the elderly man before him, the leading officer was troubled, and said reluctantly:

"Sir, don’t joke, with your health, how could it be possible."

"How is it impossible!"

The old man stomped his cane on the ground, his voice suddenly full of vigor.

"Boom!"

The cane was tossed aside, as he slowly took off his coat, revealing a row of historical medals inside!

"Back in the day when the little bastards arrived, I killed seven or eight of them myself."

"Later assisting North Korea, didn’t kill much, but took out two."

"And then, dealing with the jumping monkeys, though I didn’t fight on the front lines, handling logistics, never failed my comrades."

"..."

"Now, you ask me how it’s possible?"

"I ask you, how is it not possible!"

Looking at the row of medals on the old man, all the police officers stood straight, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.

Back then, it was people like him, continuously sacrificing and displaying bravery without fear, that brought about Dragon Country’s current prosperity.

The leading officer solemnly respected him, seemingly determined, he said to his team:

"The injuries on her were self-inflicted, understood?"

"Understood!"

Upon hearing these words, the surrounding villagers widened their eyes.

It can be like this?!

What an eye-opener!

After instructing his team, the leading officer turned his head back, politely saying:

"Sir, besides her, there should be a male trafficker, right?"

The old man shook his head: "Don’t know, haven’t seen one."

What the hell!

The leading officer sensed something was very wrong, urgently looked around.

Where he looked, the villagers all scratched their heads and laughed sheepishly, as if this person never existed.

Even some bold villagers spoke candidly.

"Officer, don’t joke, we’ve never seen any man, only this woman came to our place."

"Sure, sure, so many of us, how could we lie?"

"Officer, you’re wrongly accusing us, if a man really came here, wouldn’t we know? Would we hide him from you?"

"I vouch for it, only the woman came here, never seen a man, ask her if you don’t believe it."

The villagers were referring to the trafficker who recently barely went out.

The leading officer turned to look, only to see she had been tortured into unconsciousness, even missing half of her tongue.

How could she say anything!

"Alright then, given this, I’ll leave first."

The leading officer understood what’s going on but was helpless.

Could only first instruct his team to carry the woman onto the car, then with a step on the gas pedal, leave this village.