The thugs' boss was still acting tough though his nose was broken. He refused to answer Ryan's question. But as ti went by, Ryan's torture finally made him give up.
"I'd rather die than tell you!"
A minute later...
"I've planted my seeds inside her and now she is pregnant with my child! Don't expect her to be a virgin! Hahaha!"
Three minutes later...
"No! Stop it! I can't take it anymore!"
Five minutes later...
"I'm sorry, I didn't an it! Please don't hit again!"
Six minutes later, the boss was dying and Ryan got what he wanted. It turned out that the man didn't touch gan at all since she kept on rebelling to the point of kicking him in the crotch. In the midst of his anger, the boss beat her unconscious and sold her to a friend who ran a human trafficking business.
Now, his friend must be looking for a custor to buy gan.
After hearing where the boss's friend was, Ryan's heart slightly clenched .
Belden Village in Los Santos City!
It turned out that gan was taken to a remote village in the neighboring town, a really suitable place to run a business like human trafficking. However, Ryan frowned when he rembered that there were no toll roads or airports to get into the city. The only way to get there was to take a train to Los Santos Mountain then walk to Belden village.
After getting this information, Ryan looked at the clock and realized that the train was about to board soon.
Mia wanted to join but Ryan prevented her.
"You better stay here and arrest these people. I'll take care of the rest," Ryan said.
"Then Be careful," Mia herself didn't actually know why she wanted to be with Ryan, but after hearing the man's words, she agreed that it was the best.
When Ryan left, Mia took out her HT and reported to her office. She also asked her headquarters to send several cars so that the 20 of these thugs could be imdiately jailed for a long ti.
...
On the train, Ryan sat alone by the window. His eyes stared at the landscape outside, but his mind was filled with gan. He hoped that he could still save her in ti.
"What's up? It's unusual for you to call ,"
At this ti, a man sitting not far from him suddenly picked up his phone. His voice was really loud! When the man opened his mouth, the entire car could hear what he was saying.
Ryan frowned, the man had absolutely no manners.
"You want to hang out with ? Don't waste your breath, I know you've got sothing to say. Tell ,"
The other passengers were getting annoyed but they didn't reprimand him. They just hoped that the call would finish soon.
"Want to take your money? Co on now, you know what kind of tragedy I've just experienced," The man didn't care about people around him, nor was he aware that his loud voice irritated them.
"Don't be like that, we've been friends for a long ti. I'll definitely return your money so don't worry about it. It's just that I haven't had enough money from my salaries to pay it back."
So people were seen taking out their earphones and turning up the volu of their songs. Hearing soone talking about their debt was certainly uncomfortable. Most of them agreed with it, even the woman who'd just put her baby to sleep. The man's loud voice made her baby cry and now she had to comfort it and put it back to sleep again.
"Believe , I will return everything next month, okay? My money will be disbursed so just be patient."
"Then how about you co to my house next month? We will eat while drinking and reminisce about the past!" The man's voice grew louder and louder over ti. However, hearing that the call was about to end, people felt a little relieved. They thought that the man would hang up on his call soon.
But their hope seed in vain.
"By the way, why are you suddenly addicted? Are you in trouble? "
It seed like their conversation was still long.
Another man couldn't stand it and then rebuked him. "Can you lower your voice a little bit? You don't sound like you're talking through phone with that loud voice,"
The man frowned while holding his phone and then said to the man, "What's so wrong with it? After all, there is no prohibition against receiving calls and it's wrong to listen to other people's calls!"
Everyone who heard the excuse got annoyed. Was this guy doing it on purpose?
"Your voice was really loud. Look! You made the baby cry. You have no manners, huh?" The man who reprimanded him did not want to back down.
"Oh, really? Then why don't you file a complaint? Are you saying I'm not polite just because I receive a call here? Let tell you this, I have a right to use my phone and nothing can prevent from doing it. I don't care if you feel annoyed. I dare you to sue if you really feel that way," the man on the phone gave a cold snort.
The woman holding her baby could not stand it. She stood up and moved to another car.
"It's your right, but your voice is too loud!" This ti, a woman also scolded him.
"Then don't listen to it. It's easy, right? What's so hard from doing it?" The man looked at the woman and continued his conversation with his friend on the phone. It looked like their topic had changed to football.
"Your voice is like that of a thunder, how can we pretend we didn't hear it?"
"Then don't bla . Bla your ears," the man replied.
The woman was about to slap the rude man, it seed like words were not enough.
But her friend beside her held her back. "Just ignore him. It's useless to argue with stubborn people,"
Suddenly, the man hung up the phone. He then stood up and looked at the people who seed to hate him.
"You guys are really shaless. What's wrong with picking up the phone? What's wrong with speaking out loud? If I want to speak out loud then it's my right."
At the sa ti, the man took out his cellphone and was about to call again.
"If you're still making a fuss, I'll stick your head in the toilet."
The voice succeeded in making everyone speechless.
When the man turned his head, it turned out that Ryan was staring at him with a cold gaze.
"You think I'm scared?" The man chuckled. "You can't force to shut up,"
Then the phone picked up and the man said loudly. "Hello? This. "
Everyone was fed up with that bastard's behavior, but at this mont, the man's voice was stopped after the greeting. His voice wasn't heard again after that.
When they turned to the man, they all saw a young man snatched his cell phone and throw it into the middle of the car.
The person was both shocked and angry. "Goddammit!"
Ryan then endured the weak blow with one hand. He then twisted the man's hand and made him groan in pain.
But that person still didn't give up, he imdiately threw a punch with his other hand. However, his efforts were completely in vain as Ryan caught him and twisted his hands.
"I'll report you if you don't let go!" The man still didn't give up.
Ryan was too lazy to deal with him and then let him go. When the man was about to stand up, Ryan grabbed him and slamd his head against the chair!
The seats of the car were made of iron so they had a hard surface. The slamming sound was quite loud, showing how terrible Ryan's mood was from worrying about gan. He could barely control his energy and so the teeth and the nose of the man whose face he had just slamd down got ssy.
Everyone was shocked, they didn't think Ryan would go that far.
"One more sound from you and your head will sink in this train's toilet."
The man was so scared, his nose continued to bleed. He looked at Ryan and saw the man had this cold, fear and hatred exuded from his sharp gaze.
The man tried to open his mouth and was about to say sothing but he imdiately closed it again. He just stood up and walked towards his chair in silence.
Seeing that the person was no longer noisy, Ryan was busy thinking about gan again.
He hoped his friend would be alright.
After 5 hours of trip by the train, Ryan finally arrived at the city of Los Santos.
After getting off the train, a cold wind imdiately hit him. Ryan then asked a local and found out that he had a long way to go. Belden Village was near the mountain so if there was no transportation, Ryan had to walk about 2 hours from this place.
He then frowned, he didn't have enough ti and he couldn't wait for much longer. He looked around and saw a motorbike shop.
However, the front building had the look of a dilapidated shop. Most of the vehicles sold there were used motorbikes covered in dust. The person who's most likely the owner was seen repairing a motorbike beside the shop.
"Is there a good motorbike?" Ryan asked.
The shop owner raised his head and answered, "Enjoy your ti choosing, boss. Everything is at a good shape,"
Seeing all these pathetic motorbikes, Ryan was at a loss for words. "Isn't there a motorbike that's a little better and faster?"
This ti, the shop owner took Ryan inside and showed him a motorbike.
"How about this? It had just been repaired yesterday," the shop owner said.
Ryan then looked closely at the bike in front of him. Though so of its parts looked rusty, it seed that this bike was the best in the shop.
"Please prepare this bike for ," Ryan said.
The shop owner smiled. "Okay,"
At this ti, a cross-country race for motorbikes was held in the city of Los Santos.
The city was indeed famous for its steep and uphill roads, really the perfect venue for this race. The survival of this city depended on events like this.
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