Prince Rambo's twisted tastes made Ye Chen sick. He couldn't help raising a middle finger at him and muttering a curse.
"Haha... Now that's more like it. Ye Chen is exactly my type. I'll have him. Of course, he'll have to survive on his own first. Even as royalty, I can't break rules that have stood for centuries."
Ye Chen found it perverse, but the Dragon People here thought nothing of it. Every one of them was just as twisted, almost to the point of madness.
Abusing male slaves was only one way to torment them. Over centuries, the Dragon People had devised an endless array of cruelties, each more horrifying than the last.
After all, they had nothing else to do.
They stood above everyone in status and had more money than they could spend in several lifetimes. What else would these warped parasites do but torment people?
"Prince Rambo, that brat... Was he insulting you?"
Butler hurried to Rambo's side and whispered in his ear.
"Idiot. I have no interest in slaves who submit without a fight. The more they disobey, the more satisfying it is to break them."
Rambo kicked Butler to the ground in anger. He paid Ye Chen's insult no mind.
Butler had only earned himself a kick for speaking up. He shut his mouth and stood obediently to one side, not daring to provoke Rambo again.
Rambo had his principles. He gave slaves plenty of leeway. Even if they insulted his parents, he didn't care.
He would simply torment them all the more. Once a slave became obedient, Rambo gradually lost interest—and that slave's death was never far away.
"Aaah..."
Before Ye Chen reached his arena, a savage crocodile tore an arm off a slave in the neighboring one. Blood poured from the wound,