In a dark, damp dungeon, the slaves were herded inside like worker ants.
"Get in there, maggots! If you don't get sold today, don't even think about eating!"
Most of the slaves showed no emotion at all. They had long since grown used to not considering themselves human.
Because the entire city of [Luo] was under investigation, the slave trade in every market had been affected. Large numbers of low-level slaves who had been taken out for separate sale had consequently been transported back.
Overall, this environment wasn't actually the worst Jack Sparrow had ever stayed in... It was just that the stench filling the air rivaled Alita's smelly feet, making it truly unbearable. He had only just sworn to forget that terrifying memory.
Jack crouched in a corner with his nose pinched, silently searching for an opportunity.
With the entire city under pursuit, this was actually quite a good hiding place.
"...Huh? Brother, I don't think I've seen you before. Did you just get here?"
Suddenly, a fairly clean-looking fellow moved over beside Captain Jack and asked curiously.
Jack turned his head and took a look. This wasn't one of the Nigga people, the most common group among the slaves. There was a diamond-shaped wound between the man's brows, still oozing blood, as if something had been dug out of his forehead.
This man was probably a human from the Science Side... Quite a few humans there had chips implanted in their bodies, usually right in their foreheads. After becoming slaves, the chips would be roughly dug out, leaving wounds like this.
Captain Jack often visited [Luo] City, so he had naturally seen many slaves like this... Judging from the man's wound, the chip had clearly been removed not long ago. In other words, he had probably only