The slave trader was pulling a thin male’s red hair, revealing a fair face: “Look, top-quality goods! Trained and docile, perfect for farm laborers or bed warmers!” His words provoked an ambiguous, laughing response from below.
How despicable; beautiful people should be treasured, not insulted! I was upset but soon noticed a spot of black. A boy lay at the edge, contrasting sharply amid the sea of red—a flower withered without water, barely alive, just lying quietly.
Influenced by the slave trader’s pitch, most of the red-haired slaves were soon sold, leaving only the black-haired boy and a few old, thin slaves.”
The slave trader grabbed the boy’s long hair, exposing his beautiful face, and shouted, “Look, such good merchandise! Once missed, it’s gone! When past this village, there’s no next shop!”
The crowd shook their heads regretfully: “What use is a dead one? Take him home for a memorial tablet!”
“Who says he’s dead! He’s doing fine!” The slave trader retorted, then threw the boy to the ground and stomped on his arm, causing the crack of breaking bone and a muffled groan.
“See! He’s groaning, just sleeping!” The slave trader’s malice grew. Consumed by anger, I acted without thinking.
“Ah—” The trader screamed as he flew backward onto the platform, crashing through it. The wooden pillars fell with a crackle, landing on him and raising a cloud of dust. He remained unresponsive, stunned by the blow.
“Oh my! Run! Heaven is striking him down!” Onlookers shouted, scattering in all directions.
Suddenly, I noticed the once-crowded scene was now empty, with only a few abandoned shoes and a couple of injured people groaning on the ground.
Suddenly, the world felt cleaner and emptier, leaving only the four of us standing.
I raised my head proudly and moved forward to carry the beauty. However, when I tried to grab him, I couldn’t pull him. I stepped back helplessly and looked at Xiao Zizi.
Ouyang Zichen had been smiling at the crowd, but when he caught someone’s gaze, he avoided looking in their direction.
I turned to Xiao Yinyin, who obediently carried the beauty away without a word. The three of us sighed: another companion added to our group.
Wuchen tugged at my sleeve: “Xiao Xin… aren’t we robbing?”
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