Chapter 163: The Soft-Hearted Irene

Meanwhile... By the time Stefan finally received the news, several hours had already passed. At that moment, Stefan was just getting off a plane. He had been on yet another routine business trip abroad. As he stepped off the plane and waited in the lounge for his driver, his assistant, Walter, hurried over with a serious expression on his face. Stefan frowned. Walter knew Stefan's preferences well—he disliked his subordinates losing composure in the company or in public, especially running around like this. Something must have gone wrong. Harper, who was carrying the luggage brought over by the other bodyguards, noticed that after Walter whispered a few words to Stefan, Stefan's face turned extremely grim. Harper had never seen Stefan's eyes turn bloodshot like that before. He hesitated for a moment, clearly startled. Stefan glanced at Harper standing a little distance away and beckoned him over. "Two things: First, find Irene as quickly as possible. I don’t care how you do it or who you need to contact. Second, leave no one alive except Sol." Harper nodded solemnly. "Understood, boss!" With Stefan involved, the situation was quickly uncovered. And with his subordinates in charge of both economic and physical forces, many people linked to the chain of interests were swiftly dealt with. As for Sol, he had no idea of the gravity of the situation. After being kicked out of the car by Irene in the town, he had just taken the antidote and was already feeling much better. Even though his leg had been broken by that man, it hadn’t been too long, and he knew that if he went to the hospital right away, his leg could still be saved. Sol sneered as he pulled out his phone to contact his friends. Little did he know that Irene had already broadcasted everything online. The smile had returned to his face. He had thought that woman would do something drastic, but she only ended up leaving him here. After all, she was just a woman—too soft-hearted. If it were him, he would have killed her and thrown her body into some secluded corner. As for the village chief’s wife, she was no longer useful to Irene after leading the way. Irene had given her some sedative and left her in the place where the girls were being held, letting the girls keep watch over her. This way, if the traffickers came looking for them, the girls could use the village chief’s wife as a hostage to protect themselves for the time being. As for Irene, she and Itha had already arrived at Sol’s house. The door opened, and it was Sol’s friends who greeted Irene and Itha with smiles, inviting them into the house. Irene and Itha exchanged a glance. They both noticed that one of Sol’s friends, who was in the kitchen pouring drinks, had added some white powder to their glasses. Irene chuckled softly. How clichéd—using the same trick Sol’s parents had. Irene lightly sniffed the red wine, her smile deepening. The drug they used to paralyze someone was indeed high-quality. But for Irene, whose training involved the highest-grade drugs, it had no effect on her. Not to mention, Irene had already taken her own antidote. After Irene and Itha finished their drinks, the true nature of these people was quickly revealed. However, they didn’t expect Irene and the man to be completely unaffected by the sedative and to have the strength to knock them all to the ground. These so-called "rich kids" hadn’t thought things through—they spent their days partying in nightclubs, leading a life that had made them physically weak. How could they hope to defeat someone like Irene or Itha, who were well-trained? When the town chief arrived, he was greeted by the sight of Irene with her foot pressed firmly on his son’s back. The town chief’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His eyes were bloodshot as he yelled, "Let go of my son! What you’re doing is violating his human rights!" The town chief’s son lay miserably on the ground, screaming, "Dad! You have to help me, Dad!" Irene smiled faintly. "Your son violated my right to life and health." As she spoke, Irene took the wine glass that Emma handed her, smiling beautifully—though to the town chief, her smile was infuriating. "Take a guess, what’s in this drink? If I send it for testing, what do you think will happen to your son?" The town chief’s son cried out from the ground, "Dad! This is Sol’s fiancée! We didn’t do anything! We were just helping Sol decorate the house when this woman barged in and knocked us all down!" The town chief gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Now, I must ask, what exactly is in that glass?" In truth, the town chief knew very well. It was the sedative that the traffickers usually used to kidnap people. Sol had received it from the traffickers and given it to the town chief. The town chief had never used it himself and had simply passed it on to his son. He had thought that these boys were of the age to take matters into their own hands and should be aware of such things. He hadn’t expected them to get caught like this today. Just as the town chief was about to explain, he turned and heard Irene say, "You also want your father to arrest me? Why? Is there no law here? I’m here to report human traffickers, and even if the police ignore it, should you, as the town chief, also turn a blind eye?" Hearing this, the town chief almost laughed out loud. It seemed this girl could fight but didn’t know anything else. The town chief smiled and said, "Child, let’s talk this over. Let him go first, or else, when they get out, they’ll sue you. I’ll definitely deal with this human trafficking case. If he’s guilty, I’ll make sure justice is served!" Irene looked up at the town chief. Biting her lip with her white teeth, she asked, "You’ll really take care of it?" The town chief wished he could sprout a few more wrinkles to appear even more kind and approachable. "Of course, I will. I’m the town chief. If I don’t handle it, who will?" As he spoke, the town chief glanced at the policemen who had come with him. Ready. Irene didn’t hesitate for long and immediately said, "Alright, I trust you." With that, she lifted her foot off the town chief’s son and released the hands of Sol’s friends. "Now, shouldn’t the town chief handle this properly?" Irene asked, looking at the town chief with her big, bright eyes. The town chief quickly helped his son up, seeing that his son’s body was covered in small footprints—proof of how many times Irene had kicked him. Even his son’s ankle was swollen, bruised, and had a large bump. The town chief’s son’s face was also covered in large handprints. Earlier, the town chief had considered letting Irene go. But now, he wanted nothing more than to get rid of her. How dare she treat his son like this! The town chief, still feigning kindness, asked, "Alright, child, tell me—what did Sol and this boy do to you?"