Savingswoman
126. Retaliation

Farel looked at the two of them flatly. The look in his eyes implied an enormous grudge, as if with a grudge it was capable of making the two middle-aged couples die.

“Where did you get all this?” Mr. Lawson asked with trembling eyes.

Farel smirked, still reluctant to answer that weightless question. While the middle-aged woman was still unable to stand up.

“Farel!” The middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Farel blinked, only this time he heard his holy name called by the savage man.

“Oh, you called my name?”

The middle-aged man growled angrily, quickly moved, then his old hand wanted to pull Farel's collar. However, his movement stopped due to a hitch from Ricard.

“I hope you keep your distance with my Master.” Ricard confronted the old body. Flat tone laden with warnings he throws.

The few bodyguards that were already standing at each end of the room moved swiftly, pointing a gun at Ricard.

While Farel still remained calm, even though his eyes saw the Assistant threatened.

The atmosphere was getting tense, both sides seemed to not want to budge at all. Ricard who was still adamant blocked the middle-aged man's path, and the subordinates who had already surrounded the tip of the man's head with a gun.

“Farel, dammit!”

“I'll emphasize again! Never disturb the Wiratman family. One more thing, take care of your woman!” Farel stared cynically at the two middle-aged couples.

Mr. Lawson who heard Farel's words was confused. Kenpa he has to take care of his wife?

“What do you mean?”

Farel smirked, his eyes staring lazily. Some of the bodyguards are seen still pointing guns, rough he took out, as a reminder for them to immediately break free.

Mr. Lawson, who understood the meaning of the decision, gave the code to his men, then walked back to his seat.

“What do you mean now?” The question came out of his old mouth.

Farel grinned, while the middle-aged woman felt goosebumps all over her body.

“Sayang__”

“Shut! I don't want to hear your voice right now!” The impact made the old woman's movements instantly disappear. A pale face appeared all over his old face.

“Ha ha ha ha, actually you picked up that ja*ang in safe?” Farel asked with a still booming laugh.

Mr. Lawson's face looks very unsightly. He did remarry after his wife's death, and sure enough, the reason for his second marriage was because she was good at satisfying things.

“What do you mean? Quickly say, no need to talk!”

“Oh, ternayata no one can not wait to know the form of carcass.” Farel rubbed his chin with a face that looked as though he was full of curiosity. “Try you open that map, I'm sure all your questions will be answered.” Farel pointed to the Map still held tightly by Lawson's wife.

“Give!” Mr. Lawson looked intently at his wife.

“No, dear. It's not important. Don't listen to your brash grandson.” Woo the woman.

Mr. Lawson quickly pulled the map, and read it roughly. Just in the courtyard of laughter, his old face looked hardened. Even those already wrinkled hands were clenching as well.

“Sia*an!”

Plaque!

The sound of the exposure echoed throughout the space, making anyone who heard it would definitely feel pained.

Farel who was fed up with choosing to rise, rather than seeing a show that had no benefit at all, better solve one more problem.

“I'm not interested in seeing the scenes of chaos here. Remember that! I didn't give you a second chance.” Farel spoke flatly, then got up and set foot leaving the cursed room.

The middle-aged woman was seen screaming in pain. Not only the slap Lawson gave, but also the kick, even the jubilant.

“Farel! I won't let everything go smoothly! You have destroyed me, so now it is your turn to be destroyed!” The woman screamed loudly on the sidelines holding back a kick from Lawson.

Farel's movements came to a halt, then turned to look at them with a sharp gaze. “Mr Lawson, I warn you, take care of your woman! Don't let him act out of bounds! Or you will get the results of all these deeds.”

“I don't care! You must be ruined!”

Plaque!

“Basic, women don't know themselves! I'll show you what hell is!” Mr. Lawson slapped his wife's face. Making a face full of make up was mixed with blood.

Farel was just speechless, staring at them with a bored look. “Oh, yes.I also came to avenge your bada. I'm here representing the children who have been your victims.” Right after saying that, Farel turned around.

The man ignored all the cries of pain and swearing from Lawson's wife. The stick was already round to race the woman. Oh, not just the old woman, but her partner, Mr. Lawson.

They are actually both disgusting couples. One hobby is molesting children, and one hobby is once torturing and depriving property. Wouldn't it be better if he sent them both to hell?

“Master, the orphanage has been ambushed. And those who are still left have been sent to the place you prepared.” Ricard showed a tablet in which clearly visible riot and evidence of an ambush that he had compiled. Everything went well.

The human sales place, which is under the guise of an orphanage, is up, even the person in charge will run out.

The orphanage only accepts children from five to nine years old, and they will all be sent to be lustful for pedophiles out there, including Lawson's wife. The owner, and the connoisseur of the orphanage.

“Good! Make them feel a more painful response. Send them to XXX countries, make them slaves se*s there. And one more thing, don't let the cops sniff out all this. Make proof that they're all missing by suicide. And for sure, you don't forget the old lady. He who must first feel what it is called real retaliation.” Farel explained calmly.

Ricard who had known from the beginning of his master's plan still felt creepy. The memory of the place of the pela\*ur who serves twenty-four hours non stop in the XXX state makes the hair goosebumps. Even that place, accepts all kinds of living beings. Not infrequently they brought snakes when they wanted to hire slaves there, even many died right after they served the guests.

“Good, Mr.” Ricard nodded his head.

Perhaps it is true, such a punishment is suitable for a human being not in a police station. Entrance to prison is the lightest punishment, let alone the death penalty. No, it's all still unfair.

They cruelly deprive man of human rights, making lustful gratification at a young age. Even taking his organs when it feels useless. Death is too light, and prison is too fancy. To be sure, they also have to feel what if the position of the little boy behind becomes their position?