In the distance, a group of people were in a heated argument, which Ye Luo didn't care much about at first.
But when he saw a familiar figure, he immediately narrowed his eyes and walked over.
"Hey, you dare to hoard such goods? Don't you know your own weight?"
"Don't tell us that whoever sees it first has the right. It's whoever's fist wins that truly matters!"
"With your kind of ability and no backing, you want to monopolize such a rare treasure?"
A group of slave traders surrounded a middle-aged man, spitting insults at him.
This middle-aged man, naturally also a slave trader, really wasn't that strong, and he seemed to be alone.
Beside him stood several filthy slaves, among them a delicate silhouette. Despite her tattered clothing and being covered in dirt, her astonishing beauty was undeniable.
Moreover, such a scenario evoked even more of a sense of pity.
"You can have her, but you have to name a price!" the middle-aged man said, frowning.
