Chapter 1491: Uncle, My Name Is Regina [2]

The little girl pouted in refusal, her voice soft and gentle like a lamb, "I want my mom."

"Uncle will take you back in a moment, don’t worry, okay?"

"No, I want my mom." The little girl struggled to get down.

The man, afraid she’d make noise and attract attention, immediately hugged the little girl and covered her mouth, quickly heading toward a van parked by the roadside.

The little girl was scared and struggled desperately, tears welling up.

Her fearful eyes and demeanor tugged at Jose Floyd’s heart painfully. Seeing the man preparing to get into the car with the girl, for reasons unknown, Jose instinctively stepped forward and grabbed the man’s clothes, pulling him back several steps from the car.

"You crazy? How dare you pull me!"

Seeing that he was about to succeed with the child but was suddenly thwarted, the man was furious and turned to yell at Jose Floyd.

Jose Floyd swept a cold glance at him, "Put the child down!"

Facing Jose Floyd, the man spoke fiercely with a vicious look, "I advise you not to meddle! You have nothing to do with this kid, why invite trouble?"

At that moment, two other men got off the van, glaring at Jose Floyd with malicious intent.

The girl in the man’s arms couldn’t break free, so she bit hard on the hand covering her mouth, with disdain in her eyes.

"You little brat, how dare you bite me! I’ll sell you to the mountains! So fierce at such a young age!" Already disrupted by Jose’s interference earlier, and now bitten by the girl, the man angrily let go of her mouth as he swung his hand toward her.

The little girl watched wide-eyed as the hand moved aggressively toward her, fear and stubbornness in her gaze, holding back tears.

Seeing the man raise his hand to hit her, Jose Floyd’s brows turned cold as he reached out, gripping the man’s wrist firmly, his voice cold as frost: "Do you want to cripple your hand?"

A two-year-old child, treated so heartlessly – this scum deserved punishment!

Jose Floyd’s grip was strong, holding the man’s wrist as if about to crush his hand bones, teaching him an unforgettable lesson.

"It hurts, hurts! Let go!" The man yelled urgently at Jose Floyd.

The other two men exchanged a look, then both approached Jose Floyd with hostility.

Jose Floyd completely disregarded them, a cold glare in his eye directed at the two approaching men, intending to deal with them together.

Just then, the little girl in the human trafficker’s arms suddenly cried out, "Bad people! Bad people! Catch the bad people!!"

The child’s loud cries were especially piercing. Hearing her say ’catch bad people,’ everyone at the night market turned their attention to Jose Floyd and the situation.

"It’s the lady’s child! Hey hey hey! The human trafficker is holding the lady’s child! Everyone, help!!"

"Right right! That’s the lady’s child! The lady went to help volunteer cops catch a thief, this human trafficker wants to take her child, catch the human trafficker! Quickly catch him!"

Several excited cries sounded from the crowd, and everyone surged toward the human trafficker.

"You! You little brat! Ah—" The trafficker saw the crowd quickly approaching him, panic swelling in his heart. He snapped at the girl in his arms, while pain flared in his wrist, hurting as if his bones were being shattered, with excruciating agony.