In the waters of Rennes, the slave catcher ship with the logo of the Thorn Bird Slave Catcher Group sails unscrupulously.

In the captain's cabin, a bald man was lying on his back on a large chaise longue, his legs swaying slightly on the desk in front of him, he held a thick cigar in his hand, took a sharp puff, and exhaled a string of smoke rings in comfort.

He was none other than the captain of the slave catcher, Macbeth, the right-hand man of the Thorn Bird Slave Catcher.

Macbeth was originally a rear admiral, powerful and young.

However, everything changed when he was sent to guard the World Government Headquarters Mary Joya to protect the safety of the world's nobles, the Draconians.

He witnessed the extravagant and lascivious life of the Tianlong people, and was gradually tempted by the bright lights and the night singing life, and longed for better enjoyment and more power.

Therefore, he resolutely gave up his position in the navy, and was willing to hug the thighs of the Tianlong people and become the lackey of the world's aristocracy.

In order to gain the appreciation of the master of the Draco people, he even joined the Thorn Bird Slave Hunting Group, wanting to personally capture the cherished slaves to please the Draco people, so as to seize greater rights and benefits.

Just as Macbeth was snorting comfortably on a cigar and making his own little calculations, suddenly, the first mate of the ship broke in.

"Captain Macbeth, your men have found a ruined pirate ship and captured three new slaves, do you want to take a look

?" "Oh, what kind of goods?"

Macbeth raised his head slightly, motioning for the first mate to continue.

"Three little kids, they were caught without much resistance, and one of them still had a broken arm, probably to escape the war and hide in the sea, which is worthless. "

Oh! "Oh!" Captain Macbeth sighed in disappointment, and then asked, "How are the gladiators on the fourth floor?"

The second tier is for ordinary slaves of slightly lower value, while the third tier is used for solitary detention of high-grade slaves with special collectible value, such as pirate captains and wanted criminals.

The fourth layer is the bloodiest, where dozens of strong slaves specially selected by Macbeth are imprisoned, ready to be trained as gladiators to bring back Mary Joya for the fun of the Draconians.

Therefore, Macbeth stipulated that the slaves of the fourth tier should not be killed, mixed and imprisoned, and food should be provided in small quantities, hoping that they would grow into good gladiators in the fight and robbery.

"After a few days of mutual testing, some of them have been eliminated by themselves and have calmed down for the time being.

"That's not going to work, a good gladiator has to keep fighting, you have to have some fun for them.

Macbeth frowned dissatisfiedly, whether he could train a high-level gladiator was related to his future status, how could he relax and slacken.

"Well, since the few slaves you just caught are of little value, let's throw them to the fourth floor, so that the gladiators will see blood again and be excited. "

Understood, I'll arrange it. The first mate agreed, turned and left the captain's room.

On the deck, the three Satans were guarded by a group of heavily armed warriors and put on slave collars, which was to prevent slaves from escaping, and after leaving a certain range of slave owners, the slave collars would explode violently, breaking the slave's neck, which was the supreme weapon to control slaves.

Satan silently allowed the warriors to put humiliating slave collars on him, completely unaware that the ship's owners had decided to make them prey to gladiators.

The three of Satan walked down layer by layer under the escort of four guards, the interior of the cabin was all made of steel, and the cold staircase looked particularly cold under the dim light, Satan couldn't help but shiver, frowning slightly and listening to the whispers of the two guards behind him.

"How could the boss arrange for such a thin guy to go to the fourth floor?"

"How do I know, I guess it's worthless."

"I bet they won't live for an hour."

"Are you dreaming? Thank God for living for ten minutes in an hour. "

......

Eventually, they reached the fourth floor, where a long corridor divided the cabin into two cells, each welded by arm-thick steel railings, each containing dozens of strong, round-shouldered men.

"Good luck to you. The

guards pushed them violently into the cell on the left, behind them the sound of the iron door being locked and the footsteps of the guards leaving.

As the guards left, the cell suddenly became noisy.

"Hey, I didn't expect three little ants to come in, are they here to add food to us?"

a strong man near the iron gate laughed, his muscles bulging all over his body, and he was sitting on the ground taller than Satan who was standing, and his eyes were full of meaning as he looked down at them.

"Ha, there's still a disability, are you here to be funny?" someone next to him let out an unkind laugh.

"Look for death! Dare to be disrespectful to the young master. Red

Hitomi was furious and was about to step forward to teach a lesson, but was gently pulled by Satan, and before boarding the slave ship, because he was worried that Red Hitomi's weapon would be disarmed, Murayu was taken into Satan's body.

"Let them go, we are not really slaves, what is there to argue with ants.

Satan shook his head disdainfully, walked to a clearing against the wall and sat down, seeing that Satan had chosen to forbear, Red Hitomi and Sainan had no choice but to sit down behind him.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect a chick to come in, I haven't opened meat for a few days, Huang Mao, go and bring it to me.

At this moment, the fat man sitting on the only one sitting on the bottom of the cell spoke, he was more than two meters tall, and he was half lying on the collapse comfortably and picking his toes, with a commanding appearance, as if he was the boss of this cell.

"No problem, Boss. A

yellow-haired guy beside him showed a lewd expression on his face, and said with a lewd smile: "It's just that boss, can you let the brothers open the meat after you are done?"

Before his words landed, Satan, who had just sat down, stood up, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, beating one by one, and his right fist was clenched tightly, because of the excessive force, his fingers were pinched a little white.

"You goddamn bastards.

Satan walked straight to the fat man sitting in the innermost part of the cell, a golden light and shadow flashed in his eyes, and there seemed to be a condensed evil aura rising on his body, and everywhere he passed, the gladiators who had been giggling and laughing shivered, as if they were greatly frightened, and they all fell silent.

"It's okay to insult me, but you dare to insult my family, it's unforgivable!".

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