Mo Beiyan's expression darkened. When he mentioned locking up, he remembered that he was thrown into the forest and fend for himself. "Just like when we were trained when we were young?"

Mo Huantong looked at him when he heard this. When he was a child... he was trained?

Mo Beiyan never mentioned his past events to her, including the Mo family and those grievances. Except for what I heard from Tong Ran, she knew nothing about the rest.

Mo Huantong always thought that he had always been free and easy, so he didn't care about anything.

Mo Nanjue nodded gently. In fact, in his opinion, it would be even more cruel than when they were young. After all, they are still young masters at least. Although they are inhumane, they still have food and accommodation.

And these children are not necessarily...

They may not be able to eat enough and live in warmth, and they are likely to be abused.

Mo Nanjuejun's face was low. When he thought of the little girl, he felt very uncomfortable. He tapped the coffee table with his index finger, "There must be more than one of these children. I suspect that most of them may be children from wealthy families."

Mo Beiyan nodded in agreement, "Take some revengeful, the trainees must not be ordinary people, because the trainees are exposed to extraordinary status," he guessed, "such as letting children become killers, and then killing their parents... Isn't this the most ruthless revenge?"

Mo Huantong's expression was tense, "Not it?"

Mo Beiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong with it? There are many people who kill their parents, so maybe they will stand here."

Luo Xiao: "..."

Tong Ranxiu frowned, "This is too uninhibited. Can such a young child bear it?"

"The limits of human beings are endless. There is nothing wrong with adversity," Mo Beiyan said, raising his head, "When I went to see it, the little boy had a wound on his back. At first glance, he was hit with a whip. Jue, you know, I guess it was the kind of soft whip we hit."

Tong Ran tightened her palm. Maybe it was because she also had children, so she felt unbearable after thinking about it. "I'll go and take a look, is the child in Villa No. 3?"

"I've just sewed the needle and haven't woken up yet," Mo Nanjue looked at her, "I'll accompany you later, it's cold outside."

"good."

Tong Ran nodded with a serious expression. The four or five-year-old child should have lived a warm life in the arms of her parents. It is hard for her to imagine the trained and locked children...

How desperate should it be?

I have lost my warmth since I was a child. Can I make up for the more laughter in the future?

It may be difficult, childhood time is always indelible...

Tong Ran's heart was inexplicably painful. How miserable and painful Mo Nanjue was when he was a child, she also knew about it after they fell in love. It was a blessing that he had not been tortured to the point of being crazy. If it were someone else...

Tong Ran dared not think about it.

The atmosphere in the living room became heavy and depressing, and Mo Beiyan also put away the frivolousness. He picked up the file folder and looked through it. Most of them introduced the training and modes of the children's elite killers, and he felt unbearable when he looked.

The man put down the document, "Jue, do you suspect it is... Xie Yanghua?"

"It's very likely," Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips, and his two beautiful eyebrows were furrowed. "If it weren't for him, it would be even more terrible. He was trained. We still have a chance to destroy his base. If it were someone from Nordic..."

Then it will be difficult for them to move, and verification is a huge project.
Chapter completed!