Shen Heilian instructed everyone in the stable to stop their work, gather outside, and began preaching ideals of ultimate goodness, peace, and beauty.
None of the people in the stable cared to listen to these words, but no one dared to stand up and contradict.
It was simple because when they ca to the stable, Zhang Xiaozhi’s subordinates had already given orders.
Whatever the two of them said, the people below had to obey. Listening to so reasoning was nothing to the servants, at most they’d resent it, and next ti double the punches and kicks on Zhang Baomian.
Fang Yu didn’t care about what Shen Heilian was up to.
He had already begun a conversation with Zhang Baomian.
"The famous Hui Yao, fallen to such a state?"
Fang Yu could sense the attitude of the people in the stable towards Zhang Baomian.
That’s why he was puzzled.
Even if it’s for disguise, this seed too humiliating.
After all, he was Hui Yao’s stand-in, a representative of sorts, so how did he end up so fallen?
Fang Yu initially thought that Zhang Baomian would be soone with deep strategies and patience, but his actual behavior was...
"One day, I’ll kill them all! Leave not a single one! Kill them all!!"
Such intense hostility! Extre hostility!
The twisted and ferocious expression, the ultimate hatred, a gaze that wished to tear people to pieces.
Everything was so starkly bare, without any disguise.
Just a child engulfed in negative emotions, filled with nothing but thoughts of kill, kill, kill.
But if he really had that ability, why would he be bullied like this, and yet not take action?
"..."
Fang Yu was completely sure that Zhang Baomian was not Hui Yao himself, but on so matters, as Hui Yao’s stand-in, he might provide so information?
"Hui Yao, before we proceed with our deal, I want to ask you sothing, how many slaves from Tianyuan Town were sent to Thunder City this year?"
Hearing this, Zhang Baomian raised an eyebrow and gave Fang Yu a cold smile.
"Aren’t you part of the Rebel Army?"
"I am part of the Rebel Army."
Saying this, Fang Yu took out a letter as a token of identity.
"...Heh!"
Zhang Baomian’s laugh carried a taunting tone.
"Since when did the Rebel Army beco so nosy? You want to ask about matters outside the deal, fine. Then trade with !"
"...What?"
Fang Yu was montarily confused about what he ant.
"Trade with ! This isn’t a deal between Hui Yao and the Rebel Army, but a deal between you and ."
Fang Yu frowned.
"What do you want?"
Zhang Baomian was still smiling, but his smile was more playful.
"That’s what I should ask... What do you want?"
"...I’m looking for soone, soone your organization trafficked, originally from Tianyuan Town, is likely trafficked to Thunder City now."
"Tianyuan Town?"
"Yes."
"Tianyuan Town is one of our main supply channels. If you know Tianyuan Town, you should know, it’s a very special place, and the population there is not much less than Thunder City. How many slaves were taken from Tianyuan Town this year, I don’t know, but they are either sold to other towns or died on the way. Those who managed to reach Thunder City are generally... high-quality slaves."
Zhang Baomian, indeed as Hui Yao’s representative, knows quite a lot of insider information.
He continued, "High-quality slaves are sold at higher prices, and their buyers are stable, but what happens to them is hard to say. You’d better be able to describe the person you’re looking for, any distinguishing features, maybe I can narrow it down."
Special... features?
Fang Yu thought for a mont, hesitatingly said, "Before he got into trouble, he was a Tea House clerk, does that count as a distinguishing feature?"
"..."
Zhang Baomian looked at him like he was an idiot, even wondering if he had found the wrong partner.
But right now, indeed the Rebel Army actively coming for a deal was his only connection with the outside world.
"So, he doesn’t have any special abilities?"
"...Probably not."
"Heh!"
Zhang Baomian coldly smiled again, "Do you really think the person you’re looking for is in Thunder City? Our organization, not just any worthless slave gets escorted by elite forces. Ordinary slaves are like stray dogs by the roadside, dying wave after wave, not every slave qualifies to reach Thunder City."
Fang Yu frowned. "He should be in Thunder City..."
He... must be in Thunder City.
Otherwise...
Fang Yu dared not think further.
"Alright! Let’s assu the person you’re looking for is still alive and has indeed been escorted to Thunder City. Such a slave without special talents, if what you say is true and he has successfully reached the city, then he was probably escorted by an elite team. So... he has also been classified as a high-quality slave. And high-quality slaves have two potential outcos."
Zhang Baomian held up two fingers: "First, he may be kept as a reserve ’dicine person’, sent to the secret dungeons of the Ten Major Families, where he will be fed well until it’s ti for him to serve his purpose as a dicine person."
Fang Yu’s eyes lit up.
Although the Ten Major Families are hard to infiltrate, having a direction is better than wandering like a headless fly.
"Don’t be so quick to celebrate, while the chance of survival is decent as a dicine person, there’s also the possibility that the Ten Major Families have already used him for their alchemical practices. So instead of hoping for the first outco, you’d better hope for the second."
"What is the second outco?"
"Hui Yao is rely one branch of our vast organization. Above Hui Yao, there are more senior mbers within the organization. When they need it, there are slaves that fit the criteria which must be prioritized for shipping to certain places. A while ago, there was just a batch of slaves sent out from Thunder City, perhaps the person you’re searching for was among them."
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