One of the men spoke up, worried about her revealing her identity, but Janalane brushed it off with a single word.
"It doesn't matter. This kid's not going back anywhere anyway. Listen closely, beastmen boy. My father runs a business where he sells lowly beastmen slaves like you to nobles and rich foreigners. You'll be sold off to some perverted noble with a taste for your kind. Lucky you—you'll never have to worry about having a home ever again. You wouldn't believe how many weirdos out there love beastmen with strange fur like yours."
Bao Bei's face immediately turned pale as he thought of Horangi. He had heard that the buying and selling of beastmen happened not only in beastmen lands, but in human countries too.
Seeing how pale and terrified Bao Bei looked, Janalane smiled with satisfaction.
