Maple Leaf Slave Group Branch

When Matthews came looking for him, he found that the Maple Leaf Slave Group was still in the same place. It hadn't changed in all these years!

After working there for years, Fei Angsa, who had originally been a Level Six Warrior, had broken through to Level Seven a few years ago. He had replaced the former branch chief and become the person in charge.

At that moment, he was lying in the courtyard, basking in the sun and leisurely sipping tea.

"Bang—"

A loud crash rang out, and Fei Angsa watched as the wooden gate he had only recently refurbished flew straight into the middle of the courtyard.

"Who dares cause trouble on the Maple Leaf Slave Group's turf!"

Matthews strolled through the gate and looked at the slave traders who had gathered after hearing the commotion.

Then he looked at Fei Angsa, who had gotten to his feet. The Level Seven Warrior's appearance overlapped in his mind with the image of the Level Six Warrior who had kicked him so hard he'd spat blood. He said calmly, "It's been a few years. You've made some progress, I see. But not much!"

Seeing Matthews walk in with a calm expression, Fei Angsa could tell from his actions that the visitor meant trouble. Yet from the way he spoke, the man clearly knew him. Fei Angsa racked his brain, searching for anyone he had offended over the past few years, but none of them looked like the man before him.

"I don't know how I've offended you, sir. For the sake of the Maple Leaf Slave Group, I can compensate you!"

"Heh, sure, sure!"

Matthews had no intention of letting the man off. As a young man from a peaceful world, he hated slave traders most of all. They could have made their living in countless other ways, but they had chosen to buy and sell people. They all deserved to die.

"Say, about ten years ago, did you beat me here?"

As soon as Matthews said that, Fei Angsa realized how serious the situation was. If the man said he had beaten him here, then he must have been a slave. The slaves must have come back for revenge!

"Kill him."

After giving the order, Fei Angsa immediately turned to escape over the wall without another word. Matthews paid no attention to him. He shook his head at the slave traders charging toward him, and before long, they had all gone to the Netherworld.

Matthews then lay down in the chair Fei Angsa had just been sitting in. The Blood-Eyed Mane Lion came over with Fei Angsa in its jaws, his legs already broken.

"Ten years ago, did you take me from the Mad Python Mercenary Group?"

Hearing the name Mad Python Mercenary Group reminded Fei Angsa of what had happened back then. He had taken a fallen noble from a kid who hung around here, then made a tidy profit by selling him on.

"Sir, it wasn't my fault! Terry was the one who betrayed you!"

"Is that so? I'll settle his account myself. Tell me, did you see my weapon, the Death Scythe, back then?"

Terrified of dying, Fei Angsa said, "Sir, I can give you some information. Could you spare my life?"

"Don't worry. If you give me useful information, I swear that neither I nor the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion will kill you."

"Really?"

Seeing the desperate hope in his eyes, Matthews nodded. "I swear that if Fei Angsa provides valuable information, neither I nor the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion will kill him."

As soon as Matthews had finished swearing, Fei Angsa eagerly said, "Back then, Terry came to sell you with a Level Seven Warrior. That warrior was holding the Death Scythe you mentioned."

"I see. Was Terry a scrawny kid with a sharp chin and beady eyes?"

"That's him, that's him!"

"Fine. I understand."

Once he had learned enough, Matthews stood up, ready to move on to the next step. Seeing Matthews and the terrifying lion about to leave, Fei Angsa was overjoyed to have survived. Although his legs were broken, he could pay a Light Priest to heal him, and they could be put back together.

Just as he was rejoicing, a serpent's shadow flashed from Matthews. With a flick of its tongue, it sent out a Water Blade Technique that cleanly severed Fei Angsa's head. His eyes still gleamed with joy, but before long, they filled with disbelief.

Asolan, who had killed Fei Angsa, continued by spitting another blade at his head, slicing the corpse in half as well. "Boss, just cutting off his head was too good for him!"

"Yeah. Human traffickers like him deserve to be torn to pieces!"

Matthews went down into the cellar and swung his sword, cutting through the doorframe and chains holding the slaves captive.

"You're free!"

Most of them ran off as soon as they were released. But one twelve-year-old girl stayed behind. She knelt before Matthews and said earnestly, "I'm willing to give my life to you, sir. Please grant me the power to take revenge."

Matthews sensed that the girl had no trace of magic or Battle Qi. At first, he hadn't wanted to get involved in this kind of revenge drama, but then he remembered that when he had been captured and brought here, he hadn't known how to cultivate Battle Qi or magic either.

In the end, he relented. This city had been where he first truly entered human society in this world, and perhaps their meeting was fate.

"Forget it. What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Fiona."

"All right. Come with me!"

Seeing that his boss had taken in the girl, Asolan asked in confusion, "Boss, why take her in?"

"I might not have bothered elsewhere, but I once fell on hard times here too. It's hard not to be moved by the memories."

After resolving the trouble here, Matthews took Fiona to the Mercenary Guild. When Matthews returned, the fiery Level Seven Warrior introduced him to the mercenary group that had accepted the mission.

"So that mercenary group took your mission."

After Matthews nodded, the leader of the mercenary group that had accepted the job greeted him with a broad smile.

"Hello, sir. We're the Fire Rat Mercenary Group!"

"Mm!"

Seeing Matthews turn to leave, the fiery Level Seven beauty said, "Sir, you haven't paid the commission yet!"

"Isn't the commission paid after the mission is completed?"

"Uh, sir, that's the commission for the mercenary group. You still need to pay a commission to our Mercenary Guild!"

Matthews cursed the profiteers under his breath, then said, "I don't have any gold coins on me. How much is it?"

"Ten percent of the commission!"

Matthews really had no gold coins, so he took out the Magic Beast Core of a Level Six beast he had killed for meat. He tossed it directly to the fiery beauty and said generously, "Keep the rest as a tip!"

The beauty had spent years among rough men like these. After receiving the tip, she blew Matthews a kiss.

"Tch, why don't you give me a real one?"

Matthews had only been joking, but to his surprise, the beauty really did kiss him on the cheek.