It was a little while later when a young woman—who looked to be around the age of nineteen—called out, “You actually found him, uncle!”

The girl herself was standing by the door of a home that was located within a shantytown west of the city’s suburbs. From the looks of it, she appeared to have been waiting there for quite a while.

As for the person she was speaking to, it was a middle-aged man who had just ridden his tricycle into the home’s compound. Behind the tricycle, lay a bloodied and unconscious youth.

Regardless, she immediately got up to walk over to the man after greeting him.

With the youth looking so battered up, any normal woman would’ve already covered her mouth and screamed by this point. This woman, however, seemed completely unfazed by him. In fact, she instantly began patting his unconscious face a few times before turning to look at the middle-aged man!

“I have to say, this fellow here is quite fortunate! After all, he’s still breathing after suffering fro