Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

The day passed quickly.

The sun slowly sets from the sky like a tired traveler, taking away the light and bringing inky darkness.

Feng's daytime campus life also came to an end, and he ushered in a new identity in the dark.

He put on a black robe, a black mask, and held the information in his hand, looking carefully at the assassination mission arranged for tonight.

The target was a slave trader named Gutian.

He was originally a collaborator of the Nishikawa family, and would regularly give priority to the Nishikawa family in selecting the best slaves captured from various channels to be used as death squads or for other purposes.

Most of the remaining "goods" are sold on the black market to customers in need to make money.

However, since the alliance declared war, the black market was immediately closed, and Gutian could not sell the other goods in his hands for a while, and they were piled up in his hands, which made him very worried.

He then asked someone to find a way to see if the dignitaries in the alliance had any needs and wanted to find another channel.

The person who responded to him was an alliance official who was also a regular customer of his store in the black market. Seeing that he needed help from him, this person became more active and thought of using some good stuff to curry favor with his boss.

Therefore, the alliance officials domineeringly ordered Gutian to keep the best for himself, and promised that they would open convenient doors for him in many places in the future and introduce him to more trading channels.

Gu Tian was so tempted that he agreed.

If it were just this, he could still fool the Nishikawa family and avoid being put on the assassination list.

But, somehow.

The news of the Gutian Surrender Alliance was spread by someone unknown, causing many of his peers to waver after hearing about his deeds at a time when "business" was in recession, and they all thought about "abandoning the dark and joining the light."

For a time, this slave trader, who was not sure whether he was lucky or unlucky, became the weather vane of the industry.

This made the big families unable to sit still, and they planned to send people to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, otherwise these people really would not know who the owner of Zhuqing City was.

……

At night, in the suburbs of Zhuqing City.

A formally dressed, pot-bellied Alliance official was walking on a winding country road with lush trees on both sides, followed by a majestic-looking elite Emperor Naboo.

At the end of the path, an exquisite three-story villa stands quietly, like a cottage in a fairy tale, waiting for his arrival with open arms.

In front of the villa is a well-tended garden planted with various flowers and plants, which shows the owner's hobby.

One of Gutian's men, who was patrolling the villa with a large wolfhound, recognized the alliance official and bowed to him, saying, "Sir, our boss is waiting for you inside."

The alliance official ignored him and walked straight towards the villa's gate with his chin held high.

In front of the villa is a spacious porch with a vintage wrought iron chandelier hanging above it, and several pots of blooming flowers placed on both sides, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Tsk, just a human trafficker, pretending to be so artistic."

When they reached the door, the alliance official sneered disdainfully and rang the doorbell.

First, there was the sound of "tapping" footsteps from inside the door, and then a well-proportioned and handsome boy opened the door.

"Sir, our master has been waiting for you for a long time." The boy lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Ah."

The alliance official responded casually, glanced at the boy's delicate face, and strode into the villa.

Coming to the living room, whether it is the sofa and other furniture, or other decorations and layouts, they all give people a deliberate sense of elegance and luxury. There are also several exquisite paintings hanging on the wall, adding an artistic atmosphere to the interior.

On the sofa, a middle-aged man with a mustache stood up and walked towards the alliance official with a big laugh. "Haha, sir, you're finally here. Congratulations on your promotion. Please take a seat."

At Gutian's invitation, the alliance official sat on the sofa, and the boy had already brought them tea.

"Gutian, you've made a lot of money over the years."

"No way, sir. Selling people is not as profitable as selling Pokémon. I'm just barely making ends meet."

Gu Tian pretended to be very aggrieved and said, "Besides, as long as I can serve the masters above me, it doesn't matter whether I make money or not."

"There's nothing wrong with what you said."

The alliance official took a sip of tea and said, "If those people are happy, will they be left without your wealth?"

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the alliance official put down his teacup, stood up, and said, "Come on, take me to inspect this new batch of goods. I'll have someone come pick it up tomorrow."

"Well, sir, please come this way."

Gu Tian hurriedly stood up and led the way. He took out a key chain from his space bracelet and walked towards the basement of the villa.

……

At the entrance to the villa's basement, a subordinate was standing in front of the door. When he saw Gu Tian and the alliance officials arriving, he hurriedly opened the iron door, and a narrow stone staircase appeared before him.

"My lord, please!"

Gutian made an inviting gesture towards the basement and walked in with the alliance officials.

The basement was a large, open space, but dimly lit, with only torches hanging on the walls on both sides providing a faint light.

This place is more like a dungeon than a basement.

There are several cells in the dungeon, each with a heavy iron barred door with a heavy lock on it. The interior of the cell is extremely simple, with only a straw bed and some broken utensils.

Iron rings and chains on the wall locked up ragged men and women. Most of them looked numb, sitting powerlessly on the ground, their bodies covered in dirt, with only dead darkness in their eyes.

"tread"

With the sound of footsteps, two people came one after another. A guard from the dungeon came up to them, greeted them, and then stepped aside.

"Sir, this batch of goods is in the deepest part. I carry the key with me to prevent those unscrupulous people from stealing it."

As he said this, Gu Tian glared fiercely at the guard waiting on the side. It was obvious that this kind of thing had happened before and he had suffered a loss.

When we got to the innermost part, we found that the cells here were different from the others. Not only were they much cleaner, but they also had tables and chairs neatly arranged. It looked like a normal room, except that the doors were made of iron bars.

However, the most attractive thing is the two men and three women in the room.

Although they are of different ages, they all have very beautiful looks, both handsome men and beautiful women, and their clothes and hair are carefully groomed. At first glance, they give the feeling of an idol drama.

The alliance official took a few steps forward after seeing this, a look of amazement in his eyes. He said, "The quality of the goods this time is quite good. I think the higher-ups will like it."

"Sir, whichever one you like, I'll keep for you and send it to your home someday."

Gu Tian rubbed his hands together and whispered into the alliance official's ear, "Hey, well, I'd appreciate it if you could put in a few good words for me when the time comes."

"Um……"

The alliance official spoke perfunctorily, but his eyes were staring at a beautiful girl in the cell like a wolf, revealing greed.

Being looked at obscenely by the greasy man in front of her and being talked about like a commodity by Gutian, the girl in the cell showed an expression of humiliation on her face, and then a wave of despair arose in her heart.