Big Cat stood atop a crane, looking out at the busy harbor in the distance.
Cargo was being unloaded at the docks, but it was not textile machinery. It was living people, one after another.
They walked down from ship after ship with vacant expressions, surrounded by a group of fully armed soldiers.
Once they came down, they were loaded onto vehicles.
Their expressions remained vacant.
Then Wenren Sheng saw an acquaintance—no, a familiar bird.
That Tiger-skin Parrot.
This fellow really had a tough life, surviving until now.
Even Big Cat's puppet had been shattered once, and his previous puppet had also broken. That was the danger of the mysterious world. Even someone as powerful and intelligent as him could capsize once or twice after walking too many night roads.
Then he saw several people jogging over to greet the Parrot. They were clearly the people in charge of the harbor.
"Great Venerable, we transported a total of 37,983 people this time. Thirty-five thousand survived," said a rather tall brown-skinned man in fluent Chinese.
"Why is it such a neat number, 35,000?" the Parrot asked casually.
"To make it easier for you to remember, we threw some of the extra sickly ones into the sea. That way, we could round it off and make it easier for you to take them away," the tall brown-skinned man said, seeking credit.
"Uh... I appreciate your filial devotion." The Tiger-skin Parrot was clearly a little taken aback, but it did not say much. "You won't need to do that next time. I've always been good at math."
"Yes, Great Venerable," the brown-skinned man assured it.
"Still, you brought enough people, but the quality is poor. Every one of them looks vacant and has no desire to survive. Next time, tell them the place