"You! You! How do you know! ”

Old Mario was forced by the tip of the knife to retreat step by step, until he retreated to the corner of the wall, and then sat down on the ground trembling with his whole body.

After receiving the order, the patrol soldiers also immediately controlled the guards inside and outside the hall, and escorted them all to the courtyard to take care of them.

"Say, why do you want to do this."

Lawrence said, unceremoniously kicking directly on the lower abdomen of old Mario, who suddenly felt a sharp pain and nausea, opened his mouth and spat out a few mouthfuls of bile.

"Speak to me." Lawrence put the knife on Mario Sr.'s neck and stabbed the blade into the skin with a slight force.

"I said... I say...! ”

Old Mario's expression was distorted by extreme pain, but after being put on his neck by the cold blade, he still cried out in a hurry under the desire to survive:

"To make money! Ordinary beggars... Kneeling on the street and begging for less than a few silver coins a day, but... In this way, a child who is missing an arm or leg or has an injury can receive a gold coin a day. Besides, the people in the council will only give us money if they see such children! ”

Lawrence looked back at the girl next to little John, only to realize that one of her trousers was empty in the inside.

"That's what all the kids are like here?"

Lawrence's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but increase the force in his hand, letting the blade sink a few points under his skin, and asked sharply.

"Nope! No! ”

Old Mario closed his eyes and cried out in horror:

"Only these weak, stupid ones will be disposed of and sold to gangs to make money for them... If the quality is better, they will be kept..."

"Stay? What do you keep it for? Lawrence asked with a frown, feeling like he was about to get the answer he wanted.

This time, however, old Mario, despite his snot and tears on his face, kept his eyes closed and trembling as if he hadn't heard Lawrence's question.

"I'll give you one last reminder, speak to me." Lawrence put the knife down and smashed his left hand into a fist directly on Mario Sr. in the stomach.

"Woo... Wow..."

Old Mario, who had been hit hard, opened his mouth wide and retched, unable to even sit down, and slowly fell to the ground, while saying in a loud voice:

"I can't say, I can't say, I can't say!"

Seeing Old Mario's reaction, Lawrence had basically finalized the conclusion, so he asked directly:

"Is it related to Ciro Russell?"

Old Mario raised his head in horror, and looked at Lawrence with round eyes, and his cloudy eyes were full of fear and fear, and he kept muttering as if he had lost his mind:

"I didn't tell you, it's not me, it's not me, I didn't tell you..."

"Sure enough, it's him."

Lawrence couldn't help but spit on the ground, and looked back at the two poor children, who were staring at old Mario and Lawrence with blank eyes, not knowing what was happening.

"Ya'an!"

Lawrence sheathed the dagger and took a deep breath to suppress his anger, before calling Yaan to him.

"What's the matter, sir."

"Now send someone back to the station, and send thirty more people to search this orphanage for me."

"Understood!"

Then, Lawrence crouched in front of old Mario, who had barely recovered a few points, and said without emotion:

"Do you hear that? Whatever the secret, I'll find out. If you are cooperative enough, I can consider pardoning your crimes. ”

The residual pain in his abdomen still made old Mario unable to stand up, so he had to huddle on the ground, grin miserably, and said:

"I don't dare..."

For this stubborn old man, Lawrence couldn't help but sigh, directly pinched his chin with his hand, made him look directly into his eyes, and said:

"You should know my relationship with Ciro, right?"

Old Mario nodded with difficulty.

"Tomorrow, either I die or he dies. If I'm dead, you won't survive, if he dies, you still have a glimmer of life. ”

When old Mario heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Lawrence in shock, not knowing whether he was shocked that he still had a chance to live, or shocked that someone was going to attack Ciro.

However, in addition to the shock, the old Mario quickly understood what Lawrence said, if Ciro knew that he did not keep the secret of the orphanage, he would have to go to God for his own life.

"I... I know. Old Mario painantly squeezed out the words.

"Good."

Lawrence personally helped old Mario up and sat down, and asked:

"Where did the able-bodied kids end up?"

Old Mario muttered while clutching his stomach:

"Don't you know everything..."

"I want you to say it."

"It's... In the end, they were all taken away by Ciro Russell, loaded onto the ship and taken away. ”

Even though he had decided to cooperate with Lawrence, old Mario still felt a chill in his back when he said this, you know, the fate of the betrayer of Ciro, old Mario can't bear to think about it.

"Okay, take me to see the kids."

Lawrence stood up and called in two patrolmen to support old Mario from side to side.

Old Mario hesitated for a moment, removed a brass key from his neck, and walked to a hidden corner of the hall with the help of the patrolman, and lifted the carpet above, revealing a locked trapdoor underneath.

"You brute... Let all those children live in this dark basement? Lawrence said with a disgusted glance at old Mario.

Old Mario didn't speak, but lowered his head and slowly opened the trapdoor, and the moment the door was opened, a pungent stench immediately came up from below. It's like the smell of sweat, excrement, rotting food, and even a bit of corpse smell all together.

It wasn't until Mario Sr. and the others climbed down the wooden ladder that Lawrence felt as if he had come to hell on earth.

A bottomless corridor flanked by densely packed rooms enclosed by iron bars. By the dim light of the torches, Lawrence could barely see the black figures in the room huddled together and wriggling.

None of them had any clothes on, but a room of less than 10 square meters was crammed into seven or eight people, no beds, no toilets, and if they wanted to sleep at night, they had to use their hands to paste the excrement on the floor.

Of course, many people don't care anymore and just lie on the floor full of excrement for the day.

At the entrance and exit was a small room, apparently guarded, with rusty torture instruments hanging from the walls, and even now, Lawrence could see a scrawny boy chained to the bed naked, his right leg gone, and a saw dripping blood beside him.

"Ya'an, untie that boy." Lawrence forcibly endured the physical and psychological discomfort and said to Yaan.

"No, Your Excellency." Old Mario said carefully:

"This kid died in the morning, he... Didn't survive surgery. ”

"Surgery?"

"It's just... amputate his leg and treat him as disabled..."

.....

Lawrence had only been down there for a few minutes before he had reached the limit of his mental and physical endurance, and he came up with the equally unbearable patrol.

"Aren't we going to release these children right away, my lord?" Ya'an looked at the trappress door very uncomfortably and asked.

Lawrence took a deep breath of fresh air and shook his head firmly, now is not the time for the heart of the Virgin to overflow, these children will only have the best effect if they are released tomorrow, before that, even after seeing the tragic situation of the children, Lawrence decided to grieve them for another day.

Ya'an then asked in a low voice:

"What about old Mario? Why didn't you kill him? ”

"I'll kill him, but not now, he's still useful."

Lawrence said, glancing at old Mario, who was slowly climbing up the wooden ladder, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.