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It was a small young Chinese boy with pale skin and delicate features. While his dark eyes seemed somewhat timid, there were also a few obvious bruises on his arms.

While he was not strong, he merely pulled Cheng Anya up, let go of her, and then looked at his instructor, trembling and fearful. As his body clearly shuddered, one could tell that he was in extreme fear and ready to receive a scolding at any time.

As this child was most likely abducted here not too long ago, Cheng Anya felt bad.

She had heard Ye Wei mention special operatives being trained from young, and they had a few ways of selecting people—from the orphanages, the black market boxing rings, and abducting children from good families.

She was not sure how the young boy was selected.