His hometown is in Darjeeling, a place rich in black tea.

In order not to waste their time, Lancher rented a car and drove back.

They had changed into local traditional costumes in advance and had their heads wrapped tightly in scarves. Now they look exactly like the locals.

Of course, they can't go to trouble those people during the day. After all, India is not Mexico, and the law enforcement agencies still want some face, although not much.

When they arrived in Darjeeling, Rancher did not take them to see the injured girls.

For victims, caring can sometimes be cruel.

All they can do is deal with those who hurt them.

The three of them lurked near the orphanage until around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, when a dozen drunk men came over.

When they get closer, they can see that they are ordinary people who can be seen everywhere on the street, and there is no cruelty or evil on their faces.

But they can turn into beasts at any time and bring heavy harm to those weak people.

"To what extent?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Confiscate their crime tools."

Lan Che gritted his teeth.
Chapter completed!