Ye Chen wasn't the slightest bit surprised when the other party called him Mr. Ye. After all, he had been showing his real identity just now, so they could naturally hear his name through the iron railings.

Ye Chen looked at the person who was speaking, saw that he was only in his thirties, and spoke in standard Chinese, so he asked, "You should be from Huaxia, too?"

"Yes!" The man nodded quickly, then pointed to the people around him and said, "We are all Chinese, we were all deceived by them, and now we are locked up here waiting for organ matching. Yes, everyone was killed by them, please save us!"

Ye Chen looked at these earnest compatriots, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will definitely rescue you out."

After speaking, Ye Chen paused slightly, and continued: "But there is one thing, I want to make it clear to you in advance."

Several people hurriedly said: "Sir, please tell me!"

Ye Chen said seriously: "Everything that happened here today must not be spread and known to the outside world."

The man blurted out: "Don't worry, sir, after we go out, we will never say a word! We won't tell anyone who asks!"

At this time, Ye Chen felt somewhat hesitant.

He didn't doubt the commitment of these men.

However, he is very clear that once someone with a heart wants to track down the clues that happened here today and find them, the other party will definitely have ten thousand ways to make these ordinary people speak.

Not only can it make them open their mouths, but it can also make them know everything and say everything.

For Ye Chen, not only was his parents' revenge not avenged, but even the mysterious organization that wanted to kill his grandparents' whole family hadn't found any actual clues yet.

In this case, Ye Chen couldn't let his identity be disclosed prematurely.

Therefore, he said to these people: "Everyone, I will let people take you out first. Later, after I finish the work in hand, I have some things to talk to you. After the talk, I will return you to freedom." .�

At this time, Ye Chen's idea was to wait until all the dust settled, to use spiritual energy to erase the memory of these people today, and then let Wan Pojun arrange people to send them back to the place where they came.

In this way, no matter who finds them and wants to investigate all their experiences in Mexico during this period, it is impossible to ask them anything about themselves.

At this time, in the iron prison, the very old lady begged Ye Chen with sobs, "Mr. Ye...can you please let me take my son out..."

Ye Chen thought her son was one of these people, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will take everyone out."

The old lady cried and shook her head, then stretched out her trembling left hand from the gap in the middle of the iron railing, pointed to a person lying in the simple operating room opposite, and said crying: "That is my son, they cut it a while ago. Half of my son's liver was taken away, and today I took another kidney from my son, I'm afraid he's dying..."

Ye Chen's expression froze, and he immediately sensed it with spiritual energy, and immediately found that the man lying on the hospital bed was dying.

As the old lady said, after the man was murdered by these demons, his body was already exhausted, and he was afraid that he might die of exhaustion at any time.

So, Ye Chen immediately looked at Ah Liang, and said coldly: "Hurry up and open the door!"

Ah Liang didn't dare to delay, and quickly took the key to open the iron door.

Afterwards, Ye Chen said to the old lady: "Go and see your son, he is dying soon."

When the old lady heard this, she burst into tears, her whole body felt dizzy, and she almost fainted.

Fortunately, several victims who were also imprisoned here took action in time to support the old lady.

The old lady came back to her senses, and regardless of her weakness, she begged the people around her, "I beg you guys to help me over to see my son..."

Several people hurriedly supported the old lady out of the room and went straight to the opposite operating room.

At this time, the middle-aged man lying on the bed was already breathing very weakly. The old lady rushed to the operating table and cried, "Yaoer, Yaoer, wake up, Yaoer, take a look at your mother and tell her Can a sentence work? Mother begging you, my youngest son..." JrNovels.com