The Two Human Traffickers Meet Their End

The wealthy district, the harbor.

Behind Karma and Oliver, a dark mass of civilians knelt on the ground. Among them, the men clenched their fists so hard their knuckles turned white;

The women held their children tightly in their arms, tears welling in their eyes, yet they did not dare let them fall;

The elderly hunched their backs, their clouded eyes filled with despair.

On an open patch of ground not far away, piled-up corpses lay like broken dolls, silently telling of the price of resistance.

"Tch, this batch is only mediocre at best."

Oliver took a hard drag on his cigar. Smoke spread across his fleshy face as he spoke with undisguised contempt.

"If only we could've caught those two women. Top-quality goods like that would fetch an astronomical price at the slave market."

Karma's fingers unconsciously tapped against the scabbard at his waist. Though his face carried a hint of reassurance, he could not hide the deep resentment in his eyes.

"You need to be alive to spend money. That kid is on the same level as the old man. We can't afford to provoke him."

This encounter reminded him of an unpleasant memory. Twenty years ago, he had missed out on a top-tier source of merchandise, and it still gnawed at him to this day.

Suddenly, Oliver leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointing ahead as he shouted,

"Karma! Look! Even heaven is helping us! We're definitely going to make a fortune this time!"

Karma abruptly looked up in the direction he pointed. At some point, two figures had appeared at the end of the harbor. Tall and graceful, they were like two dazzling beams of light against the gray harbor backdrop.

The woman on the left had brilliant golden hair and