In any case, they had previously both been punished by the gang leader for such matters. Luckily, the two had a solid relationship, being relatives of the gang leader, which allowed them to continue their lucrative jobs.
Those wealthy youngsters, when they bought their desired slaves or had their fun, would throw money around carelessly. These two gatekeepers, just from this windfall, made quite a bit every year.
So at this mont when the gang leader arrived, they showed their eagerness, until the gang leader and the guest entered the underground secret room together, leaving behind the command "don't let outsiders in." Only then did the two guards return to normal, yawning and slacking around.
...
"Sir, buy ! Sir, buy ! I don't need to sleep at all; I'm full of energy! Buying to work is definitely worthwhile!"
"Sir, don't listen to his nonsense. He eats twice as much food as I do in a day; buying him is a losing deal! Sir, buy ; I'm great at unlocking! I can open any lock!"
"Sir, save , I can't go on living anymore. Sir, please be kind and buy ..."
Fang Yu followed Qu Xiangnan into the underground secret room, and noisy sounds erupted from both sides.
Looking at these people who didn't even have a hundred blood, and this vast underground secret room, Fang Yu suddenly showed a subtle expression.
Because the underground secret room bore many similarities to the Foolish Underworld's prison.
If anyone said there was no imitation here, Fang Yu wouldn't believe it.
It seems that whoever designed this underground secret room must have...
"How does it feel, Sir? Is it cleaner and tidier than you imagined? Frankly speaking, Sir, this underground secret room was entirely designed by after months of intense contemplation. The slaves here are categorized to so degree. For instance, the difficult-to-manage ones are arranged in one cell, or the male and female slaves with reproductive value are..."
Qu Xiangnan spoke endlessly.
The unsuspecting might think Qu Xiangnan was genuinely enthusiastically introducing Fang Yu.
However, in reality, this was just Qu Xiangnan's way of relieving his inner stress and fear.
Through incessant talking, he diverted attention. Accompanied by Fang Yu's focus being sowhat diverted by the slaves in the cell, Qu Xiangnan got a short respite.
"Those slaves from Jiujie Mountain..."
"This way! Sir, this way!"
Qu Xiangnan put on a forced smile and led the way.
Suddenly, his footsteps ca to an abrupt stop.
"Gang Leader!"
"Gang Leader!"
It turned out they bumped into the patrolling Guard Team.
"Hmm, take your brothers and patrol the Tiger District. Recently, people have been disappearing from the prison occasionally; keep sharp!"
Qu Xiangnan had already changed his tone, sternly reprimanding.
"Yes!"
The Guard Team mbers raised their heads, stood straight, receiving their orders.
Fang Yu watched this scene, his expression subtly complicated.
Because Qu Xiangnan's blood level was...
[Qu Xiangnan: 1000/1000.]
While the Guard Team's blood levels were...
[Answer Shayue: 1530/1530.]
[Yan Qi: 2159/2159.]
[Qin Zuiyi: 1841/1841.]
[Dang Huailu: 1620/1620.]
None of them could be said to be weaker than Qu Xiangnan; actually, none were weaker than the gang leader.
But such is authority; their power was clearly stronger than the gang leader's, yet they all had to obey his words.
According to Dark Eagle's intelligence, Qu Xiangnan supposedly had considerable ability in Sunset City during earlier years.
But later, he indulged in pleasures, neglecting martial arts, with his prowess visibly declining, and now, with his thousand blood levels, how much power that can still exert remains unknown.
After the Guard Team was dispatched, Qu Xiangnan imdiately reverted to his obsequious deanor, leading the way ahead for Fang Yu.
Though he kneeled rapidly, he seed to know the timing well.
Even though the bodyguards with several thousand blood levels of his were slain by him, these re one to two thousand blood guards have no use.
If he were to cry for help from these people, it would truly be a dead-end decision.
"Guo Junchi, the goods from Junma Town, haven't sold in two or three months; it's almost a loss in his hands."
Qu Xiangnan introduced to Fang Yu.
Looking deeper into the cell, a middle-aged man, skinny as a ghost with sunken eyes and disheveled hair, stared blankly at the ground, motionless, starkly different from those slaves eagerly advertising themselves at the door.
Perhaps, this is what good and bad slaves look like in the eyes of traffickers.
This is... turning people into ghosts.
Fang Yu's eyes glead with a cold glimr.
[Guo Junchi: 3/10.]
"You're from Junma Town?"
Both are towns, but there's still a difference between towns.
The scale of Tianyuan Town and ordinary towns differs dramatically.
Fang Yu's question received no reply; it seed like the person inside had even lost hearing ability. It's hard to imagine what torture he suffered here to end up in such a state.
This is the tragedy of ordinary people, lacking martial strength, in this chaotic world, living a simple life till old age is difficult, let alone striving for success.
"Guo Junchi, Sir is asking you a question! Answer!"
Transford into a lackey, Qu Xiangnan adeptly yelled, accompanied by the intimidating sound of slapping the cell door.
Yet... Guo Junchi inside seed truly unable to hear; no matter how loud the commotion, he didn't glance over.
Qu Xiangnan cursed twice, seeing no response from the cell, awkwardly smiled at Fang Yu: "Maybe my n beat him too harshly days ago, deafening him. Wanna go inside to et him? I'll open the door for you."
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