Xu Le was led by the guard here... All right, judging by the man's appearance, he really did not deserve to be called a guard, though being a guard was hardly a prestigious occupation.
But in Xu Le's understanding, a guard was at least a competent soldier.
As for the man before him, how should he put it?
He sat with his legs crossed, smoking, and after picking at his feet, he even remembered to hold his fingers to his nose and sniff them.
What the fuck...
"Xiao Liu, take this gentleman upstairs. He's here to register."
"Yeah, sure."
Xiao Liu led Xu Le away, and the two captains who had brought him began discussing him.
"A fat sheep. Definitely a fat sheep."
"So, how do we do this? How do we squeeze him?"
"The lad's pretty handsome. Clean him up later and sell him to a brothel. We haven't had much to skim off lately. We've finally caught one, so we can't let him go that easily."
"Fair point, but don't rush. If this kid dared come here like this, his family's probably got some money. Once we've got him settled, make him write home asking for money. Isn't that better than selling his body?"
"Good point. Have him write for money at first, then later we can send his parents a few fingers and toes. Think they wouldn't pay up?"
"Hahaha, you've really mastered this game..."
Already upstairs, Xu Le's expression grew increasingly grim. He could actually hear everything the two men downstairs were saying.
With his current strength and hearing, that was no challenge at all.
Standing on his shoulder, Ding Ke covered his mouth and rubbed salt in the wound:
"Fat sheep."
Xiao Liu, walking ahead, heard the voice and turned to look at Xu Le.