"Stop, stop, stop."
Peng Fan immediately cut him off. "Who asked you for a history lesson?"
"Get to the point. What are you doing here?"
Wu Lijian's throat bobbed. The wild joy he had felt a moment ago gradually faded.
In its place came an urgency that had finally found an outlet after being suppressed for far too long.
"We came here to investigate why that being... suddenly couldn't sense those fifteen people's presences anymore."
Listening beside them, Yang Yong understood.
Just as he had thought.
These three had come for Lao Zhang and the others, the fifteen who had fallen into the trading trap.
Those fifteen idiots had sold themselves through a seemingly ordinary trade?
Now that the being behind it had discovered its prey had suddenly "disappeared," of course it would send someone to find out what had happened.
"Are you that guy's underlings?" Peng Fan pressed.
"No."
Wu Lijian shook his head.
He shook it forcefully, as though the word "underlings" filled him with physical revulsion.
"Like hell we're his underlings."
"We'd love nothing more than to eat his flesh and drink his blood."
Peng Fan frowned. "Then why do you still obey his orders?"
"Why?"
Wu Lijian repeated the word as though chewing a pill bitter beyond belief.
He fell silent for a few seconds, then gave a short, mocking laugh.
It sounded worse than crying.
"Because we fell into the trap too."
His voice suddenly sank.
As though something were pressing down on his chest, every word carried a heavy, clinging emotion.
Had his eyes reddened without him realizing it?
But he fought desperately to hold it in, refusing to let himself break at his most vulnerable point.
"Who could have imagined it?"
"That a seemingly ordinary trade would brand us with... a contract that