Time passed by.
After the sun set completely into the mountains, the sky darkened.
Wang Cuihua and the villagers were getting impatient.
"They're playing tricks!" A burly man holding an axe scolded. "Sister Cuihua, stop talking nonsense with him! Tie up these three women first and let everyone play with them. Knock the man unconscious and hand him over to the human traffickers too!"
"Yes! Do it!"
"Go!"
A few men carried their weapons and were about to rush up.
At this moment --
"Buzz!"
A low rumble came from the distant sky.
The sound was getting closer and louder, like muffled thunder, shaking the ground.
"What's that sound?" Someone looked up at the sky.
In the pitch-black night sky, a few red spots of light were rapidly approaching.
It was a helicopter.
And there was more than one.
"Buzz!"
The roar was deafening, and the red navigation lights made a dazzling track in the night sky.
