Chapter 92: Slave Market

  How many hand grenades can cause a big noise? This is not certain, it depends on the specific terrain. But it can be imagined that the sound made here is absolutely not small, and it must have attracted other people's attention. With all the corpses on the ground, ordinary people would know at a glance that they were dead. It is believed that it will not take long to be discovered by patrolling catchers, and further investigation work may be carried out.

  But I guess no matter how they infer, they can't infer that the murderer's target is two little kids, right? After all, it doesn't make sense. High-ranking officials are either busy cultivating themselves or protecting important figures. If a few thugs die, they would have to find a high-ranking official to investigate, wouldn't that make them extremely busy? Besides, even if a high-ranking official did come, they definitely wouldn't be able to find anything out because Wu Ye Yu had already quietly taken care of everything.

  Pulling along Xiao Tao, who was engrossed in eating an apple, Wu Ye Yu finally arrived at the Western City after half an hour. After several rounds of inquiry and exploration, they finally turned into the slave market through a small alleyway.

  This is a medium-sized square, very spacious, with many large tents arranged in an orderly manner. It's a bit like the kind used by circus troupes in the past, with a huge interior space and exterior colors that are all different, like a bunch of colorful flowers blooming on the ground, vibrant and beautiful. But if you think about it, this is actually a place where slaves are bought and sold, with at least one slave stall in each tent, so no matter how bright and beautiful the surface may be, it can't hide its ugliness. Of course, this is also a manifestation of the law of the jungle.

  Today the sun is very strong, the scorching sun is burning the earth, recklessly releasing its energy, and the outdoor temperature is very high. There are not many pedestrians outside the tent, but they are all dressed in a unique way, well-dressed, and accompanied by sturdy men, it is clear that those who can afford to buy slaves are mostly wealthy merchants or officials with status, only these people now have a sweaty appearance, from time to time they need to take out their handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat.

  At the entrance of the tent, there were special little servants holding signs with introductions to the slaves in the store. The servants were constantly introducing their goods to interested buyers, and from time to time, a buyer would be moved and follow the servant into the shaded tent.

  Wu Ye Yu brought Xiao Tao to a tent and listened to the young servant at the entrance introducing to another buyer. The young servant said: "In our store, they are all first-class goods. Those slaves are not only healthy and disease-free, but also take baths every day. We have both war captives from the battlefield and beauties from neighboring countries. Didn't two small countries just fight on the border? Many refugees fled to our Dashu, so we have a wide range of goods, including men, women, old and young, and various craftsmen... Sir, if you really want to buy slaves, you should go in and take a look. As the saying goes, 'don't miss out'..."

  Wu Yeru listened to the introduction of the young servant, and it seemed that nothing had changed. He thought that since they were refugees from neighboring countries who had escaped to Dashan, there must be many children among them. It shouldn't be difficult to pick out a few with good qualifications, should it?

  Then, pulling the slightly vigilant little peach, she ducked into the tent. The young servant was still introducing his "master" and hadn't noticed that two children had already entered.

  After entering, a faint smell of urine came rushing in, but it wasn't too big and was still within the tolerable range. Inside the huge tent, many cages were placed, some stacked three or four layers high, mostly made of sturdy wood, looking very solid. In the middle of the tent was a platform supported by a giant wooden pillar, with an opening above that allowed the blue sky and white clouds to be seen outside, and large patches of sunlight shone in from there. At the top, iron wires were tied to the wooden pillars to secure the entire tent.

  The cage was filled with slaves, both men and women, mostly in tattered clothes, but their bodies were clean, apparently having been washed before. However, these slaves were all very thin, in poor spirits, and their eyes were full of confusion. Iron chains were locked around their necks and feet, and they cowered motionless in the cage. Some cages held three to five slaves, while others had seven or eight, and some were alone, but most of them seemed lifeless, as if they had no hope for their future lives.

  "Hey! You! That little kid, yeah, it's you! How did you get here? Didn't your parents come with you? Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave, this isn't a place for you to play!" At that moment, a well-dressed fat man finally noticed Wu Ye Yu and the other person lounging around in the tent, thinking they were some family's kids who had wandered off to play, and said with a hint of impatience on his face.

  "What are you looking at? If you keep staring, I'll put the two of you in a cage and sell you off! Scram!" The fat man's face was twisted in a menacing scowl as he intimidated the pair. Little Peach, however, was genuinely frightened, hiding behind Wu Ye Yu and trembling with fear, not daring to speak.

  "Fatty! Speak more politely to me, or if you scare my little Peach again, I'll make you pay!"

  "Young master has come to buy slaves, who knew that the little servant at the door didn't have a discerning eye, couldn't tell that young master is the real master of the house, no one came to greet us, so I had to personally come in and take a look!" Wu Yeru hugged Xiao Tao tightly and comforted her for a moment before counterattacking rudely.

  "Oh, so you two are here to buy slaves? This is something I've been lazy about, but for these two young masters, buying slaves requires money, and lots of it! Do you have any on you?" The fat man's expression eased up a bit after hearing Wu Ye Yu's words, but he still looked somewhat distrustful, asking.

  "Alright! Less nonsense! Fatty! Hurry up and introduce me to the good stuff you have here. If I'm lucky, I'll buy everything if it catches my eye. But if there's nothing good, then I'll just go to the next place, haha!" Wu Yeru pulled out a 10,000 taels gold note from his pocket, flashed it at Fatty, and then put it back into his clothes under Fatty's shining eyes.

  "How's that? You've seen it, right? I'm here with money in hand, just worried you don't have good stuff. Hurry up! Take us to see the good goods! Let me tell you, if you dare to cheat me with inferior goods, I'll find someone to smash your broken shop!"

  That fatty saw Wu Ye Yu's money and immediately became enthusiastic, nodding his head and bowing to introduce him, a complete merchant-like appearance.

  "You can rest assured, young master. The goods in our store are all well-known for their quality in Linbo City, and we don't cheat the old or the young. If you can find a single item that's not up to standard, I'll close down the shop immediately and change my profession! After all, as a merchant, one's reputation is everything!" The fat man said with a smile, while walking with Wu Ye Yu, still explaining himself for what had happened earlier.

  "Hehehe, I don't know about this young master, you've come to our humble shop to pick out a slave, do you have any special requirements? Fatso here will help you carefully select one, and also save you some time, won't it?"

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  I'm preparing to change it to one chapter with over 2,000 words, but I'll update three chapters a day, so the word count won't be less. Quality and quantity are guaranteed, and it's also easier to attract some data. No choice, I'm going all out this week, so there's no recommended spot, can only resort to this inferior strategy, don't mind it, fellow book friends!