Chapter 155: The Cellar Hiding the Trafficked Victims

Irene chuckled softly, her tone nonchalant, "It’s just that your drug was too weak. Faking being unconscious all the way here was really tiring." Seeing the drastic change in everyone's expressions, Irene felt bored, "Stop pretending. The women you’ve hidden are all in the cellar, right? Hand over the keys, don’t make me search for them myself." Mag had already collapsed in Klan’s arms, looking as if she was barely clinging to life. The village chief stared coldly at Irene, remaining silent. Edward, furious, leapt up, cursing Irene as he charged at her, only to be slapped into the wall by her, knocking him out cold. Sol wasn’t as ruthless as the village chief. He too glared at Irene without saying a word, though his expression clearly showed he was cursing her in his mind. With a glance, Irene knew who was in charge here. She immediately grabbed the village chief, pulling him in front of her, and clasped her hand around his neck. The village chief saw a blur before his eyes, a