Before long, Xia Ping, Su Mei, and Qiu Xue arrived near the slave arena. It was a slave market, its buildings lavishly gilded and resplendent.
However, security here was extremely tight. Powerful defense systems had been installed all around, and large numbers of guards stood posted with firearms in hand, looking vicious and menacing.
It seemed that not many people were permitted to enter this place.
"Stop! What are you lot doing here? Don't you know unauthorized people aren't allowed in?"
Several pirate soldiers ahead immediately shouted, stopping Xia Ping and the others from approaching.
"Isn't this a place that sells slaves? We came here to buy some."
Xia Ping asked.
"Buy slaves? Which pirate crew are you from?"
A pirate soldier asked.
"The Banana Pirates."
Xia Ping replied.
"The Banana Pirates? That third-rate, dirt-poor pirate crew?"
The pirate soldier immediately revealed a look of contempt and waved his hand. "With you lot looking so broke, you want to buy slaves? Quit joking around. Don't you know this is a high-class establishment? We don't sell ordinary slaves here—every one of them is worth a fortune. Get lost, or don't blame me for getting rough."
He clearly looked down on such third-rate pirate crews. In this starfield, a third-rate pirate crew meant hooligans and bottom-feeders, people with no money on them beyond enough to eat, drink, piss, and shit.
"Money isn't a problem. I don't have much else on me—just too much money, so much that I'm afraid I won't be able to spend it all."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back.
"Brag on. Keep bragging. I'm listening."
The pirate soldier sneered.
With a swish, Xia Ping pulled a small sack of Crystal Fragrant Rice from his person and displayed it before the pirate soldier. At once, the