The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 866 - 881: Damn, Are They Even Human?

Zhong Li quickly put the camera into the bag: "Don’t worry, I will definitely protect the camera."

Hearing the urgent footsteps approaching, Zhong Li quickly pushed the door and hid in the private room, taking out his phone to call the police.

"Hello, this is the An City Police Department. What can we do for you?" A female police officer’s voice came from the phone.

"I’m at Xinyuan Restaurant. There are human traffickers here... They’ve kidnapped a man, and I have evidence of them trafficking children. Please come quickly to rescue him. Those people have guns."

Zhong Li lowered his voice to the minimum, fearing the human traffickers outside might hear him.

"Okay, we will immediately dispatch officers to rescue."

After hanging up the call, Zhong Li tightly clutched the shoulder bag in his hands.

The colleagues in the private room were stunned when they heard Zhong Li’s words. Assistant Wang swallowed nervously, asking Zhong Li, "Are there armed human traffickers outside? Will we be in danger?"

"I... I’ll go lock the door." A male colleague next to him trembled as he walked to the door and hastily locked it from the inside.

"How can a meal turn into such a thrilling situation? You just told the police you have evidence of them trafficking children. What is it?"

Although Assistant Wang was tense all over, he couldn’t help but inquire with curiosity.

"That man just gave me a camera, saying it contains photos of them trafficking children."

"Where’s the camera? Let me take a look."

Zhong Li glanced at Assistant Wang, then at the private room door, and only after confirming it was locked did he take the camera out of the bag.

Assistant Wang took the camera, found the photos inside, and the other colleagues gathered around: "My god, are they even human? They even kidnap such small children, it’s inhuman, worse than animals."

Looking at the photos of the kidnapped children, Assistant Wang exclaimed angrily.

"The parents must be beside themselves with worry; after catching these human traffickers, they should be executed right away," the colleagues said indignantly.

Outside, three burly men chased the man into the corner of the corridor. The gun barrel, concealed by clothes, was aimed at the man’s side waist: "If you don’t want to die, hand over the camera right now."

"It accidentally fell when you were chasing me."

Through the thin fabric, the man could clearly feel the cold gun barrel, but he knew these people wouldn’t shoot here; otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to escape either.

The two men next to him, eyes dark, searched him thoroughly: "Boss, couldn’t find it."

The man with the gun lifted his foot and kicked him hard: "Damn, you better hand over the camera, or you’ll suffer."

The man clutched his stomach, aching from the kick, curled up on the ground, face pale as a sheet: "The camera was really lost; you’ve searched me just now, I truly don’t have it."

The man with the gun had eyes as terrifying as the Rakshasa from Hell: "Are you trying to play tricks on me? Hand over the camera immediately."

"I really lost it, I’m not lying to you."

This man is a news reporter who has been following these human traffickers for quite some time. They’re extremely cautious in their actions. Today, he finally tracked down where they hid the kidnapped children — in an abandoned building in the suburbs, where guards rotate daily.

He had just managed to take photos up close when he was discovered. During the escape, he even lost his phone.