"Hey! No! After all, he is a slave, and he only has ten thousand Baileys. We took great risks."

"Ervin, I don't know you yet. When you look at this guy, you know that you are beggars or abandoned people. Compared to the regular slave hunting group, you only have this kind of thing. If it weren't for the sake of old acquaintances, I wouldn't even accept such slaves."

"If I can become a real slave hunting group, I still need to come to a small auction house like you?"

"Okay, okay, those big auction houses are all high-end products sold by us. Auction houses like ours can only take the low-end route."

"Okay, ten thousand Baileys are only ten thousand Baileys! I've caught them without any effort, he's yours."

He was drowsy, and Ye Chen felt that he had a severe headache. He vaguely heard a few men talking beside him.

Shaking his head, Ye Chen woke him up, and then he was afraid because he was tied up. And as he just said, he seemed to have been caught by the arrested slave group and was about to be sold as a slave.

Even if Ye Chen is stupid, he knows that as long as he becomes a slave, his future life will be forever dark.

As for why you can understand these words, even say them, just like knowing the ability of the devil fruit, you will naturally know it.

"Yo! Wake up."

The two parties traded, a slutty man stood in front of Ye Chen, patted Ye Chen's face with the 10,000 Bailey he had just obtained, and laughed, "Thank you for your contribution of ten thousand Bailey."

"Get out after you take the money." The man who bought Ye Chen was also a man wearing glasses and looked a little gentle. He was named Ansrag, the general manager of a small auction house.

"By bye." After Yangyang's money in his hand, Elvin turned around, his face suddenly sinking, and he thought to himself, "Hmph, when I join the real slave hunting group, you will ask me for it."

"Take him down and he is pretty. Many rich women should like him. They can buy tens of thousands of peles and make money. Although they are a little thin, they will have fine skin and tender flesh. If you keep it for a few days, you will have no problem."

Ansrag, waved to his two subordinates beside him, and it happened that the auction house would be held in a few days, and he was almost such a pretty slave. Unexpectedly, the gangster Erwin actually gave one directly.

"yes."

"Let me go, let me go, what are you going to do..."

Ye Chen struggled, and now his mind was blank. Facing the control of the two strong men, it was difficult to break free.

Calmness, for a 16 or 17-year-old otaku who lived in a peaceful era for a long time and under the Red Banner, everything he now is unimaginable.

Panic and struggle are Ye Chen's only normal emotions at present.

In the pirate world, children of sixteen or seventeen years old are no longer children, because they know how to survive well in a cruel world. Whether it is their mind or adaptability, they are incomparable to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen is now 16 or 17 years old, but he has no use at all. His mind is still in rebellion because the family he lives in revolves around him. He has never had to worry about food and clothing since he was a child. He has no worries about what he wants, and he doesn't even know the most basic things to do and what he should not do.

A world where one cannibalizes people, a world of peace, and the same age comparison, I can’t imagine how a person who lives in peace and who has not experienced even a trace of torture will fail.

What's more, in that world, the only child in his twenties may be similar to Ye Chen, and he will never grow up. He belongs to a mama's boy, and even says it is useless.

Only children who have experienced setbacks can understand what life is.

The most important thing is that Ye Chen's body is now a real child, only twelve or thirteen years old. As for his ability, he can only smoke. What's the use?

"Damn it, let me calm down."

Perhaps it was Ye Chen's struggle that made one of the strong men impatient and directly punched Ye Chen in the stomach.

On the spot, Ye Chen's eyes were bulging, his face was pale, and he couldn't even scream, but he kept retching and his expression was distorted.

Pain, unprecedented pain. When did he endure this pain? On the spot, tears could not stop overflowing from his eyes.

He held Ye Chen in one hand, and the strong man spat, saying extremely fiercely, "In my hands, it's best to be quiet, otherwise you will suffer. I don't know how those fat women with special hobbies like these tender skins!"

Scolding, a few people walked through several streets and came to a large round house.

Walking through the corridor, Ye Chen was finally thrown into a cell, surrounded by slaves of all ages, both men and women, but now, they all looked terrified or lost hope, and their eyes were numb.

"Cough...cough..."

After curling his body, Ye Chen felt the stirring in his stomach slow down. Looking around, many people looked at him numbly, with no hope in his eyes.

In a panic, Ye Chen had no idea what to think at this moment, so he could only find a place and also curled up.

Time passed by minute by minute, during which time, the guards brought food.

However, when faced with the pretty sumptuous food, few people scrambled for it, which gave Ye Chen a full meal.

Perhaps one day or two days, Ye Chen calmed down completely, and he began to observe the surroundings, trying to find a way to escape, but everything was futile.

The most important thing is that, slowly, some people are taken out, and when they come back, they are dying, and the word "slave" is engraved with the word "slave" in his chest or behind him.

Ye Chen knew that as long as the word slave was engraved, then when others saw it, you would know that you were once a slave.

A few days later, the prison door was opened again. Two men, one holding a notebook, seemed to be remembering something, and the other man, looked fiercely at the slaves in the surrounding cells.

"On the 50th, it's him. He took him out and carved it with a slave seal. We're going to auction it in half a month."

The man holding the notebook pointed at Ye Chen, signaling the strong man beside him to catch Ye Chen out.

Calmness disappeared suddenly, with panic on his face. Ye Chen struggled desperately, but what he got was a fist.

Not long after I walked, in a room full of torture instruments, a few iron gongs with slaves were baked on the fiery red copper stove, which was completely red.

Tied to the torture instrument, Ye Chen's face turned pale, and he watched a big man come up with a red iron gong and cried.

"No, no, please, let me go..."

Ye Chen's plea made the man even more excited because he liked this kind of voice.

"Zi...Zi..."

"ah..."

The sound of fried, accompanied by the smell of meat, Ye Chen screamed, and tears kept dripping like an unstoppable spring.

He could not bear this pain at all. When he reached the extreme, Ye Chen closed his eyes, stood up with his head, and fainted.

"The ability to bear is too weak. Take it on and don't let him die. We never do a loss-making business."

The man holding the notebook looked at Ye Chen like an ant, because to him, Ye Chen was just something, something he wanted to sell.

Morality? Kindness? Unbearable? Nothing.

People cannibalize people is the true face of this world. Strength is the supreme one, and everything is spoken by the fist.
Chapter completed!