Little Bao immediately wore a face full of evil qi, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Aunt Zheng, where are they?"
"At... at the slaughterhouse." Zheng Shuang was startled by Little Bao's expression and quickly replied.
Little Bao abruptly turned and ran, his speed as fast as a flying arrow, and in the blink of an eye, he had run out of the food processing factory.
"Little Qiang, hurry, go keep an eye on Little Bao. Those two scoundrels from the Xu Family are ruthless; don't let them harm Little Bao," Zheng Shuang said with a look of shock, her voice uneasy. "I'll call the police right away."
"We haven't figured everything out yet, let's not call the police." Wang Xiaoqiang said steadily yet gravely. He wanted to handle the matter himself, not wishing for the police to get involved.
"Oh, then go quickly, I'll make a call to have the security staff come to assist." Zheng Shuang urged.
