In this world, who deserves to die the most?

Without a doubt, it's the human traffickers who abduct and sell children!

It is said once a child gets taken away by traffickers, at best, they are sold to other families; at worst, their limbs are broken, made disabled, and sent to beg on the streets daily...

In the hustle and bustle of the train carriage, Quincy Maxwell nonchalantly leaned back on her seat, observing keenly a middle-aged man and woman who had just sat down opposite her.

The woman was cradling a boy who looked to be around three years old. Despite his plain attire, he was breathtakingly beautiful and fair-skinned.

The little one was now sound asleep, no crying, no fussing, unnaturally quiet.

Upon seeing this, Grace Kareem, by Quincy's side, couldn't help but praise, "Oh my, your baby is so handsome, not just good-looking, but also very well-behaved. He isn’t causing any fuss on the train, truly relieving."

"How old is the child? Has he started kindergarten yet?" Grace, having a grandson of similar age, naturally couldn't help asking more.

The middle-aged woman smiled upon hearing this and gently patted the boy's back, responding, "Not yet. My husband and I are going back to our hometown this time, intending to send our son to school there.

The kindergarten fees in the city are too costly, we can't earn much from working all year round, it would be better to go back to our hometown, at least we can save on the rent…"

Amid the casual conversation, Grace found out that this child was the precious offspring that the couple finally gave birth to in their forties. She couldn't help but sigh at the grace of heaven that had bestowed them with offspring.

The precious child they had such difficulty conceiving?

In her previous life, she was quite familiar with the case of trafficking, and she knew how to read the signs, but she decided to keep it cool and see how everything played out.

The more Quincy heard, the more she felt something was off. She couldn't help but take a closer look at the man and woman.

Both of their faces had the dull yellow complexion of a fertility palace; one had flat eyebrows, sparse and messy, and the other had a hanging needle pattern between the eyebrows, classic signs of infertility.

Furthermore, looking from their marital front, these two were not at all a couple.

The man's eyes were particularly shifty. His nose was crooked, his cheeks sunken, presenting a face of dishonesty and crime.

Quincy was carefully observing the sleeping boy.

Despite his closed eyes, the child had a full and round forehead, and plump, rosy earlobes - features typically found in children from wealthy families.

This was entirely inconsistent with the middle-aged couple's description of their family situation.

All these peculiarities set off alarm bells in Quincy's mind. She could almost assert that this man and woman were child traffickers who abducted other people's children!

Grace's incessant chattering reached her ears, but Quincy continued to observe the faux couple.

"Where are you headed? Is anyone going to pick you up? If you're going to the last stop, my son could give you a lift.

It must be inconvenient to call a taxi with a child at night."

Grace meant only well, not knowing that her words made the woman opposite feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes flashed a trace of panic, and then she hurriedly waved her hand to decline, "No need for that; we'll reach the next stop. Thank you for your kindness."

Seeing this, Grace stopped insisting and only reminded, "Be sure to hold the child tightly when you alight."

"Now the child traffickers are outrageous, willing to go to any lengths to kidnap children!

Those cursed traffickers, they specifically look for places out of camera range to snatch children."

"In my opinion, people like that should be hacked to pieces, thrashing them severely with a whip until I feel satisfied!"

As Jonathan got increasingly excited with his words, he entirely missed the worsening expressions of the two people opposite him.

At this moment, an announcement echoed through the carriage.

"We will soon arrive at Westwood Station. Passengers who are departing, please be prepared..."

Westwood Station was just a small stop, with a mere two-minute halt. Once the train departed, trying to find them again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

When the announcement started, there were usually five more minutes until arrival.

Quincy stood up, courteously addressing Grace, "Grandma, could you please make way for a moment?"

"Of course." Grace made way, kindly reminding her, "Are you going to the restroom? I'm afraid it might be locked at this time."

Quincy quietly shook her head, replying curtly, "No, I'm looking for someone."

Without further thought, the elderly lady assumed Quincy was going to find relatives or friends.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged couple sitting opposite her hadn't noticed Quincy at all, their full attention was on the announcement.

They would arrive at Westwood Station very soon!

Once they reached their destination and met up with their contact, their mission would be accomplished!

The two were inwardly thrilled, their eyes landing on the sleeping boy, unable to hide the greed glinting within their anticipating gazes.

Within a blink, five minutes passed. The train started to slow down, and Westwood Station increasingly came into view.

The middle-aged couple couldn't wait to stand up, pick up their child, and rush for the door, turning a deaf ear to the kindly reminder from Grace. Their sights were set only on the exit.

At this moment, that door, in their view, had turned into a gateway to freedom and wealth. They believed that once they stepped out of it, everything would be accomplished.

However, the instant the door of the train opened, several train conductors suddenly emerged and encircled them, sternly announcing, "Someone has reported that you may be implicated in a child abduction case. Please cooperate with our investigation."

At these words, the faces of the middle-aged couple turned ashen, the phrase "we're finished" remaining the only thought in their minds.

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At the Westwood Police Station, Xena Xander, one of the people who reported the incident, also got off the train to assist with the investigation.

When Officer Terry asked her how she discovered that the fake couple were human traffickers, Xena glanced at Quincy next to her, answering in a dazed manner, "It was... it was this passenger who told me there were traffickers on the train..."

Xena recalled being busy preparing for the train's stop when Quincy suddenly walked up, informing her that there were human traffickers on the train.

Xena was instantly shocked to the point of dropping her jaw in disbelief, but after the initial shock, she couldn't help but feel suspicious.

This was mainly because Quincy didn't seem reliable, dressed in a washed-out, nondescript middle school uniform, her small face as pale as paper and thin as a bamboo pole. She looked like she could be blown over with a gust of wind. But her eyes were the only things that sparkled like little stars.

How much credibility could the words of a nutritionally deficient underage girl hold?

Moreover, she only left one statement, without providing any evidence.

If this information turned out to be false, and she rashly detained a passenger, she could face not only salary deductions but severe punishment.

But if it was true...

Apparently seeing Xena's doubts, Quincy advised her to confirm with the local Westwood police. She then pulled out her only valuable old mobile phone from her pocket and showed Xena the photo she had just taken.

Although the photo was a bit blurry, one could still see a boy nestled in a woman's arms.

With the photo as evidence, Xena immediately realized Quincy was not there to stir up trouble. She quickly called over the train security officer and explained the situation in a few words.

This matter was related to human trafficking, a severe situation. Even though it was rather peculiar for Quincy to particularly advise them to contact the Westwood police, they promptly established contact with the police on that end.

As soon as the photo of the little boy was sent, to everyone's astonishment, it matched one from the just-registered missing person's report — the child in Quincy's photo and the child reported missing were exactly the same!

What left them even more flabbergasted was that the missing person's case had been filed just a few minutes before!