After leaving the Slave Market, Lin Qingyu let out a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped some danger.
"Sorry, Brother Lin, I didn't mean to draw his attention." Luo Feng realized that he seemed to have caused trouble and hurriedly apologized through Origin Force transmission.
"It's fine. As long as we don't expose our identities, we're relatively safe in the city." Lin Qingyu transmitted, "That man just now was a major slave trader. The first time I came here, he nearly set his sights on me. I barely managed to fool him, yet I ran into him again this time. Our luck is terrible. To be safe, once this transaction is complete, we'll need to lie low for a while."
"Yes." Luo Feng nodded as well. "Brother Lin, those standing slaves..."
"They seem to belong to a race called the Black Meng tribe. That race has several million individuals on the same level as Earth's 'Councillor level' powerhouses. There are also many who completely surpass the Councillor level, yet this race is enslaved! From the moment they are born, slave chips are implanted into them. Generation after generation, every single one of them is bought and sold like merchandise. They have no rights whatsoever and can never rise again!" Lin Qingyu's voice was low, even trembling faintly, as if he were filled with worry for the unknown future.
"This..." Luo Feng's heart turned cold after hearing Lin Qingyu's words.
In his eyes, the Black Meng tribespeople were thousands, even tens of thousands of times stronger than Earthlings. Yet even so, they were enslaved generation after generation. The darkness and cruelty of the universe filled his young heart with immense shock and fear.
"Once Earth is discovered, humanity's fate won't be much better than that of the Black Meng