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As the screen switched again, a petite boy with a tender face and yellow hair appeared in the picture. He leaned quietly against the fence of the cage, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all his life.

Taking a closer look, I saw a string of bright red product codes printed on his slender neck. It had obviously just been branded with a hot iron, and there was still a wisp of steam coming out of it.

He looked extremely pitiful at the moment. He was wearing a tattered grey suit, which might have been originally a flawless white color, but due to long-term wear and tear and dirt stains, it had already become dull and gray, like a torn rag.

There were rips all over his clothes, as if silently telling of the suffering and torture he had endured. And those stains were more like the indelible marks of pain in his heart, deeply engraved on this thin piece of clothing.

[Xing: Oh my god... He looks so pitiful. ]

[Huo Huo: This look... is so miserable. ]

[Jing Yuan: The slave trade has always been prohibited in the Xianzhou territory, but the galaxy is vast, and there are always some galaxies that still retain this slave system. ]

[Place gold:. . . . 】

A joking voice sounded: "You're back, No. 35. Do you like your amulet?"

At this moment, outside the cold and solid cage, a man in gorgeous clothes, with a handsome face but a hint of cunning and evil, was leaning against the railing, with a cigarette still in his mouth. He took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke slowly, and stared at the gold in the cage with a mocking look.

"Can the product code be used as a talisman?" Although his physical condition had become extremely weak, Sha Jin's words were still full of sarcasm.

"Shut up. I didn't give you permission to speak, you hyena from Tsygansk." The man's roar resounded throughout the room, his eyes filled with anger and majesty.

Sha Jin only panted angrily, his lips trembling slightly, but he chose to remain silent. Obviously, he was afraid of this man and did not dare to go against his will easily.

"The group of people in black suits didn't say much, so I don't know what methods you used to save your life in the massacre that year."

However, he then changed the subject: "But I thought you were lucky, so I bought you. From now on, you and your luck are my assets, do you understand?"

At this point, the man paused for a moment, then continued to issue his instructions: "The first task assigned to you is very simple: In addition to you, I have also purchased another thirty... well, to be precise, thirty-four slaves."

He lowered his voice and said darkly:

"Go play a 'game' with them - come out alive in two days and prove your skills are real."

"Are you crazy?" Shajin asked in astonishment, "Aren't you afraid that this money will be wasted?"

"Hahaha, just checking the goods," he said proudly:

"I have plenty of money, little golden retriever. The pan-galactic slave market has no shortage of self-righteous brats like you." The man looked at the young man in front of him with disdain, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"But..." He changed the subject and looked at the gold dust up and down, "You have a nice appearance, so many customers bet their fortunes on a skinny kid like you. Go, don't let your master down."

[Topa: People who judge people by their appearance usually die miserably, especially this unlucky guy.]

[Su Chang: Yes! Mr. Sha Jin has now become a senior executive of the company, so is this annoying guy already dead? Hum... If I saw this kind of thing in the Xianzhou realm, I would definitely chop him down with my sword!]

[Topa: It’s not appropriate for me to say this except for the parties involved. However, I think there will probably be corresponding content later, so maybe you can keep looking forward to it.]

On the screen, the anger in Shajin's heart instantly ignited when he heard this. He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and tried hard not to lose his temper. However, he was unable to suppress his anger in the end. He took a deep breath and suddenly spoke, with undisguised anger in his voice, asking the other party: "How much did you spend?"

The man obviously did not expect Shajin to have such a reaction. He was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "What?"

"I said," Shajin stared at the person in front of him with eyes wide open, like copper bells, as if he wanted to eat him alive, and squeezed out these words from between his teeth: "How much did you spend to buy me?"

"Wei, do you want to know this?" The man raised his lips slightly, revealing a contemptuous and disdainful smile, and replied softly, "Sure. Sixty Taamba, no more, no less."

After hearing this number, Shajin clenched his fist unconsciously, but his eyes were still fixed on the other party, not flinching, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "I want to bet with you... half of sixty, thirty cents... As long as I can come back alive, you have to give it to me. Do you dare to bet?"

"Haha, you want to bet with me? Sure, you've got guts!" The man laughed wildly for a few times, then his face suddenly turned cold and his voice became extremely cold and ruthless:

"——But I'm sorry, that's impossible. Slave, don't forget your status. You are not qualified to sit at the table at all."

"You are just a bargaining chip, a life held in the hands of others and thrown away. Either you come back with more chips for your master, or... never come back." When he said the last sentence, the man's tone became colder and the threat contained in it was self-evident.

"'All or nothing' - don't embarrass me, lucky guy."

The man said this coldly, then turned and left, leaving Sha Jin standing there alone, with a raging rage in his heart.

"Everything, or nothing..." Shajin whispered these words, as if to imprint them deeply into his soul. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, feeling extremely angry and unwilling about his current situation.

[March 7: The slave owner's words have become my catchphrase...]

[Doctor of Truth: Some people are healed by their childhood throughout their lives; but some people spend their entire lives healing their childhood.]

[Su Shang: Speaking of which, why didn't Sha Jin deliberately cover up his history as a slave?]

[The owner of a Pan-Galaxy Market: You don’t know this. First of all…]

[March 7: Stop, stop, stop, I don’t want to listen at all.]