"Are you really not messing with me?"
In the small room, three men in bizarre outfits stood there, each heavily muscled and seemingly capable fighters. Yet before this apparently frail young man, they could hardly lift their heads.
After all, this was their creditor—their savior, who had just pulled them out of the fire pit.
"Judging by your ages, you should all be my seniors. But you actually dared sign this kind of agreement?"
Lu PingAn patted the stack of papers in his hand. They were the Indentured Contracts he had just redeemed.
This greenhorn slammed the papers on the table, making the others flinch. Still, none of them argued, because there was truly nothing they could argue about.
"We never expected ordinary contracts in this damned place to actually be contract paper." Liu Xing, the muscular man who had first dealt with Lu PingAn, wore a helpless, innocent expression. He looked like a forty-year-old child.
"...Contract paper would have been bad enough, but they even used the most disgusting Contract Markings to conceal the target of the reference." Mu RanYi, the somewhat effeminate man, had a youthful and rather handsome face. He had just been in a miserable state when they found him; a little later, and he truly would have been sold off.
"...The most damned part is that the target was actually Firebird. God, how could we possibly dare tear up that contract?"
Lu FeiFei was the youngest of the trio, looking only in his twenties. He had arrived the latest, and was probably the only one who had yet to suffer any "poisonous hands."
Seeing that these three old-timers still tried to make excuses, Lu PingAn was so angry he laughed. Rescuing them had practically wiped out all his operating funds.
"...Perhaps I need you to