Zhu Rong's mouth twitched slightly when he heard that, and the way he looked at the group became extremely strange.
Send him to the auction house? What kind of savage nonsense was that?
"Capture Team?"
Within the Heaven Dou Empire, the sale of people was officially forbidden. Yet at the largest auction house in Heaven Dou City, not only were people sold, they could even be openly bid on.
Most of the "goods" that appeared at auction houses were supplied by the Empire's "Capture Teams."
These Capture Teams searched all over the Empire for suitable "goods," then delivered them to auction houses for high prices.
The Capture Team Zhu Rong had encountered consisted of around twenty-five people.
At the center of the group was an uncovered iron cage pulled by a carriage. There were no "goods" inside for the moment.
When they saw Zhu Rong and Xiao Wu, their eyes lit up, and strange smiles spread across their faces.
Hearing Zhu Rong's words, the burly man in the lead stepped out of the group without changing expression.
He raised his right hand, and the somewhat noisy group instantly fell silent.
"Oh? This little brat actually knows about Capture Teams?"
The others said nothing, but all their gazes settled on Zhu Rong. In an instant, an oppressive killing intent spread toward him.
Capture Teams were not an occupation that could be exposed to the light. If they encountered some "righteous people," then dying was simply dying.
Their masters would not avenge them openly.
Capture Teams were not fools. They would not choose "goods" with backgrounds, influence, or strength. Instead, they set their sights on "goods" with none of those three.
Zhu Rong felt nothing under the Capture Team's imposing pressure. Even Tang Hao's killing intent had been ineffective against him. What