Evil Slave

After a while, the ships ahead finally finished being inspected.

Any merchant ships carrying relatively valuable goods were generally detained. They did not openly rob them, but secretly impounded them, which was essentially no different from robbery.

Anyone without much backing would be ruthlessly exploited in such circumstances.

When it was their ship's turn to be inspected, a sharp-featured man walked over.

His face was plastered with a fawning smile, twisted by excessive greed. It seemed he had gained quite a bit from the previous inspections; otherwise, he would not have been so pleased. His entire bearing radiated smug self-satisfaction.

"Oh, so you're a one-armed bastard." The sharp-featured man spoke in a mocking tone, then reached out to pinch the empty sleeve of Red-Haired's severed arm. Embarrassment instantly crossed the latter's face, and he instinctively stepped back.

"Who gave you permission to dodge? Believe it or not, I'll throw you in prison and make sure you never get out for the rest of your life!" the man shouted arrogantly, his shrill voice particularly grating.

Red-Haired frowned, anger rising within him. He had not expected such an overbearing evil slave to exist. But he did not want to make too much of a commotion over this. It would be troublesome if the Five Elders became suspicious because of it.

The evil slave glanced at Swain and Bullet, a calculating gleam flashing through his eyes.

His sharp eyes noticed that Swain's clothes were extremely expensive, their sheen revealing them to be made of the finest silk. A single garment was probably worth tens of millions of Beli. This made him wary of the three of them, and he suspected they might be hiding some secret or valuable items.

"Search!" the evil slave ordered sharply.

Several soldiers dressed in Marine uniforms boarded the