Three hours later, Qin Tian returned to his slave hold.
As soon as he entered the room, everyone’s eyes focused on him with curiosity, doubt, and a hint of scrutiny.
Qin Tian calmly walked back to his place, and it was at this mont that he suddenly noticed two unfamiliar faces in the room.
He turned his head to look; one of them had broad shoulders, a scar at the corner of his eye, looking rather fierce, and next to him was a well-built man, with ordinary features but a sharp gaze.
Qin Tian silently sat back in his position. Before long, the scarred thug walked over to the tal bucket, unzipped, and urinated into it.
For a mont, the room was filled with the stench of urine.
Then, in the next mont, the scarred thug, knowingly or unknowingly, shook his pants, and the yellowish water stream splashed in Qin Tian’s direction.
Fortunately, Qin Tian retracted his foot in ti, otherwise his shoes and pants would have been hit.
Qin Tian slowly stood up, expressionlessly looking at the scarred thug. He could tell this person did it on purpose and was clearly targeting him.
However, he couldn’t think of who had instructed them to target him.
"What are you looking at, never seen soone piss before?"
Squeti fastened his pants, face darkening, speaking malevolently.
Qin Tian looked Squeti up and down, could tell from the strong fluctuation of Qi and Blood from him that he must be a Spiritualist. However, every slave had been injected with a Spiritual Ability Inhibitor before boarding the ship, unable to use their Spiritual Energy.
The sturdy man beside him was the sa.
"Still looking? Do you not want those eyeballs anymore?" Squeti said coldly.
At this, all the slaves in the room looked over, a look of watching a good show on their faces.
Qin Tian calmly looked at Squeti and said, "Lick the ground clean, and this will be over."
Upon hearing this, a cruel smile appeared on Squeti’s face.
This easy, he took the bait.
Good, saves from continuing the act.
"Kid, repeat what you just said?"
Squeti clenched his fists, joints making a cracking sound.
"I said, lick the ground clean," Qin Tian replied blandly.
"You damn—you looking to die!"
Squeti’s eyes blazed fiercely, muscles tensing up like a raging beast as he lunged at Qin Tian.
At the sa ti, in the corner, Borne ghosted out of the shadows, a dagger glinting coldly, silently piercing towards Qin Tian’s back.
In an instant, Qin Tian’s body remained still, yet his right leg whipped out like a lash.
Borne felt as if his chest was struck by thunder, his whole body lifted into the air, smashing heavily against the cabin wall, creating a shallow dent, sliding down like a pile of mud, spitting blood foam continuously.
On the other side, just as Qin Tian’s right hand was about to grab Squeti’s wrist, a shadow as big as a mountain suddenly interposed between the two.
It was a Half Beastman—Xiong.
The massive body of Half Beastman Xiong, nearly three ters tall, collided with Squeti. In the face of this brute force, Squeti was like a rag doll, pinned to the ground directly.
Before Squeti could struggle, a giant palm covered in black fur whistled through the air.
"Pa!"
With a crisp crack, Squeti’s head jerked to the side, four bloodied teeth tracing an arc through the air, his left cheek swelling visibly, becoming unrecognizable in an instant. His fierce eyes rolled back, completely losing consciousness.
A deathly silence fell over the cargo hold.
The slaves stared in shock at the horrific scene: Borne writhing on the floor like a dying fish, each breath bringing out more blood foam; Squeti’s entire face twisted and deford, pressed against the cold floor, life or death unknown.
Qin Tian looked at Half Beastman Xiong, surprised Xiong would help him.
At this mont, Xiong happened to turn his head, beast-like eyes locked with Qin Tian’s, a simple smile appearing on his face, speaking with a thick voice, "You help , I help you."
The rough voice accompanied by this simple life philosophy made Qin Tian smile despite himself.
This seemingly ferocious Half Beastman understood gratitude better than many humans.
"Bang!"
The cabin door was suddenly kicked open violently, tal door panels slamming heavily against the wall. A Star Thief with a face full of scars strode in, leather boots clanging harshly on the tal floor.
His sinister eyes swept through the cabin, freezing upon seeing the limp Borne and disfigured Squeti.
"Who’s causing trouble?" The Star Thief drew a crackling electric baton from his waist, blue arcs sparking in the air, "Tired of living, huh?"
The cabin fell into absolute silence, all slaves shrinking heads low, except Qin Tian and Xiong, who remained upright.
The Star Thief’s eyes flickered between the two before grimly smiling and pressing the baton switch, "You two bastards?"
"It’s just ," Qin Tian calmly replied, while quickly explaining the situation to the Poisonous Widow through the Soul Seal.
The Star Thief’s scarred face spasd intensely, "You think I’m blind?"
The electric baton buzzed nacingly, slicing towards Qin Tian’s temple.
"Pa!"
A furry giant palm intercepted the baton mid-flight.
The high-voltage current, enough to knock down a full-grown mammoth, danced madly over Xiong’s paw but couldn’t make it budge. The Star Thief shockingly found he couldn’t pull the weapon back an inch.
"You..." The Star Thief stared at Xiong, pupils contracting fiercely, then dyed red with rage.
How dare this lowly slave resist?
He forcefully pressed the maximum power switch, the baton emitting a teeth-gritting hum.
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