This had been a great battle, an exceptionally fierce bloodbath.
The intensity of the battlefield had far exceeded Qin He's expectations, yet no matter how long he tried to recall it, he could not remember exactly how fierce it had been.
The only evidence was a black iron shard deeply embedded in his shoulder blade.
It had been part of Great Black Shovel's blade.
Great Black Shovel had shattered in that battle.
Simply put, Qin He had lost his memory. He could not recall anything about that battle. If not for the pain brought by that fragment, Qin He might even have begun to doubt whether the battle had ever happened.
To be more precise, Qin He had been found in a wilderness called Sin City.
When they found him, he had been covered in wounds, half-conscious and half-awake. After being fed three bowls of rice porridge, he slowly came to.
The man who found him was called Ye Tai, a burly fellow with a face full of beard. When Qin He woke, he said, "Thank you."
The man smiled, revealing a mouthful of Great Gold Tooth, and said, "No need."
Then Qin He had been hauled back to Sin City in a large cart. After being nursed for two days, the moment he could barely get out of bed, he was sold to Sin City's Night Patrol Division and became a Night Watchman.
Only later did Qin He learn that Ye Tai was a well-known human trafficker in Sin City.
He did every kind of business. Supplying replacements to Sin City's Night Patrol Division was merely one branch of his trade.
In any trade, in any world, if its demand could only be met by human traffickers—
Then it was certainly not a good trade, at least not for