Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Upon hearing this, the man on the stage said again, "You all don't know this, but these are all traitors and rebels, each one of them with a very tough backbone! But rest assured, as long as we buy them back, I guarantee you that they will be full of energy again within a month."

If Fang Yu had only vaguely understood what the man had said earlier, she now completely understood it as she stood in the crowd.

It turns out that these people, regardless of gender, who are sold like commodities, will face inhuman torture and abuse once they are bought.

Those who are lucky enough to survive will probably only have a few days left... Thinking of this, Fang Yu frowned slightly, his killing intent boiling.

Inside the cage, a man covered in wounds suddenly gripped the cage bars tightly with his blood- and mud-stained hands, like a wild beast that had been trapped for a long time.

His wounds were horrific, but his eyes burned with an unwavering determination as he gazed straight into the distance, shouting with all his might:

"The general fought on the battlefield, wielding swords and spears, but he never killed innocent people indiscriminately. He was only concerned with protecting the peace of our Chi Kingdom, and he never had the slightest thought of betraying his country, never!!"

However, his desperate shouts and roars were nothing more than the ravings of a madman in the eyes of the onlookers.

They either laughed coldly or looked at him with disdain, as if everything the man said was nonsense.

Just then, a merciless whip suddenly came flying through the air and lashed the man's cheek hard.

A bright red bloodstain instantly appeared, and the man's face was immediately torn open.

The man wielding the whip, his face contorted with rage, roared at the man, "How dare you question our lord? You traitorous scoundrel! Our lord has shown you mercy, sparing your lives and allowing you to linger until now. Not only are you ungrateful, but you dare to spout such nonsense! Today, I will send you to your death!"

After saying that, the man raised the long whip in his hand again, as if to lash out at the man in the cage.

But at this critical moment, a fair and slender hand reached out like lightning and firmly gripped the end of the whip.

"Miss Fang!" came a gasp from the crowd.

It turned out that Fu Zhou, who had been standing aside and watching coldly, was originally prepared to help, but she did not expect that Fang Yu would be faster than her and grab the whip first.

Fang Yu's palms were stained red with blood from the whip, but she seemed oblivious, slowly loosening her grip on the whip's end.

Then, she slightly raised her eyes, a faint smile appearing on her lips, and said softly, "Don't hit them. I like people with backbone like them the most. I'll buy all of them."

Fang Yu showed no fear and actually caught the whip that came whistling through the air with his bare hands.

Upon seeing this, the man holding the whip was startled, initially thinking that Fang Yu had come to deliberately cause trouble.

When he saw the sinister and eerie smile on Fang Yu's face, most of his doubts vanished.

Just from that chilling gaze, the man was able to tell that the seemingly delicate woman before him was one of their kind.

Fang Yu calmly took out a snow-white handkerchief and gently and slowly wiped the blood seeping from her palm.

Her nonchalant gaze swept casually over the people in the cage, as if these imprisoned people were nothing more than objects she could toy with at will.

But deep in her eyes, a subtle yet undeniable excitement was revealed.

Fang Yu turned slightly to the side, reached into his waist and pulled out a heavy bag of silver.

Without hesitation, she tossed it to the man, saying, "Next time you have such high-quality goods, remember to save some for me."

Before she finished speaking, Fang Yu bent down with great interest, stretched out a slender hand, and gently lifted the chin of one of the women in the cage.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with amusement, as if she were examining a novel and interesting toy.

The man quickly caught the money bag that flew into his hand, weighed it in his palm a few times, and felt its heavy weight. His tense face instantly relaxed.

A sinister smile crept across his face: "As long as you enjoy yourself, I'll let you know as soon as new stock arrives!"

The tightly closed cage slowly opened.

The people inside were all wearing heavy shackles on their hands and feet, and each pair of shackles was tightly connected by thick ropes.

The eyes of these people revealed despair and numbness, as if they had long known their tragic fate.

Even though they had already left that suffocating cage, not a single person had the thought of escaping.

They simply followed Fang Yu's figure silently and obediently.

Everyone knew in their hearts that even if they were lucky enough to escape from Fang Yu, as long as they were still within the territory of the Blazing Kingdom, death would still be the only fate awaiting them.

So they walked on obediently, like walking corpses.

After an unknown amount of time, the group arrived at the shop that Fu Zi had chosen, and they went inside.

Fang Yu and Fu Ju exchanged a glance and then walked together toward the backyard.

As soon as they entered the backyard, Fu Ju immediately clasped his hands and knelt on one knee without saying a word. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Fang Yu's turning around.

She shook her head slightly and said softly, "There's no need for thanks. Running a restaurant requires manpower. If you're willing, I'd like to ask you to keep all these people here to work in the restaurant."

Upon hearing these words, Fu Ju's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to speak clearly.

He knew that if he saved these people by himself, he would probably have no choice but to wander around with them and have no fixed abode in the future.

Now that Miss Fang has given them a place to settle down, he is naturally extremely grateful.

He bowed his head heavily: "I will follow Miss Fang's arrangements."

The group of people stood quietly in the lobby, their faces expressionless, as if silently awaiting death in order to find final release.

Fu Zhou stood to the side, his tightly clenched fists turning slightly white from the excessive force, with veins bulging.

He stared at the faces of the people before him, his heart filled with pain and anger. He could imagine what they had gone through to become like this.

But there's nothing he can do now. They're lucky to have survived; he can't drag them down with him.