"Xiao Tian, what should we do now?" Yu Ningxue clutched Xiao Tian's arm, on the verge of tears.
She was a woman, more emotional, and could better understand the young couple's painful desperation.
Thinking of their child being sent to Japan, treated as a slave, suffering inhumane torture, her heart felt like it was pierced by countless needles, suffocatingly painful.
The young couple, overwhelmed by the surrounding police chatter, crumbled to their breaking point.
"My son, I want my son, you give me back my son..."
"No, I have to find my son no matter what. You police can't help us, I'll find him myself!"
"Damn it, I'll fight them! Even if I die, I'll save my son!"
The child's father became even more agitated, suddenly standing up, wanting to rush out and fight with the Dragon Tiger Association people.
