One Piece Explosion Art

"Hey, aren't you? You are a slave after all. You only have ten thousand beli. We have taken a lot of risk."

"Erwin, I don't know about you yet. Just by looking at this thing, I can tell that it is a beggar or an abandoned person. Compared with the regular slave catching group, you only have this kind of thing. If it weren't for the sake of old acquaintances, Come on, I won’t accept a slave like this.”

"If I can become a real slave-catching group, I need to work in a small auction house like yours."

"Okay, okay, those big auction houses all sell high-end products. Auction houses like ours can only take the low-end route."

"Okay, ten thousand Baileys, just ten thousand Baileys. Anyway, I caught him without any effort. He is yours."

Drowsily, Ye Chen felt that he had a severe headache, and vaguely heard a few men talking next to him.

Shaking his head, Ye Chen woke himself up, and then he was filled with fear, because he was actually tied up by Wu Hua Da, and from what he just said, he seemed to be captured by a slave group and wanted to be sold as a slave.

Even if Ye Chen is stupid, he knows that as long as he becomes a slave, the rest of his life will be gloomy forever.

As for why he could understand these words and even speak them, it was as natural as knowing the power of the Devil Fruit.

"Yo wake up."

After the two parties made a deal, a scornful man stood in front of Ye Chen, patted Ye Chen's face with the 10,000 Baileys he had just received, and laughed loudly, "Thank you for your donation of 10,000 Baileys."

"Take the money and get out." The person who bought Ye Chen was also a man, wearing glasses and looking a bit polite. His name was Anslag, the general manager of a small auction house.

"Bye bye." After raising the money in his hand, Erwin turned around, his face suddenly darkened, and he thought in his mind, "Humph, when I join the real slave-catching group, you will ask me for it."

"Take him down here. He's quite handsome. He should be liked by many rich women. He can earn tens of thousands of Baileys and get his money back. Although he is a little thin, he has fine skin and tender flesh. If he is raised for a few days, he will be fine."

Anslag waved to the two men beside him. Just in time, the auction house would be held in a few days, and there was still a chance of such a handsome slave. Unexpectedly, Erwin, that gangster, actually sent it directly. Got one.

"Yes."

"Let me go, let me go, what are you going to do?"

Ye Chen struggled, and now his mind was blank. Facing the control of two strong men, it was difficult to break free.

Calmness, for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old otaku who has lived under the red flag for a long time in a peaceful era, everything now is unimaginable to him.

Panic and struggle are the only normal emotions that Ye Chen currently displays.

In the world of pirates, children aged sixteen or seventeen are no longer children, because they know how to live well in a cruel world. Whether it is mental or adaptability, Ye Chen cannot match it.

Now Ye Chen, to put it bluntly, is sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is useless at all, and his mind is still in a rebellious state, because he lives in a home where everything revolves around him. He has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and has everything he wants. He didn't know the most basic things he should do and what he shouldn't do.

A world where people eat people, a world of peace, the same age comparison, never think about how people who live in peace and have never experienced even a trace of torture will fail.

What's more, in that world, only children in their twenties might be similar to Ye Chen. They would never grow up. They were mama's boys, or even useless.

Only children who have grown up through setbacks can understand what life is.

The most important thing is that Ye Chen's body is now that of a real child, only twelve or thirteen years old. As for his ability, it can only smoke, so what's the use?

"What the hell, give me some time to calm down."

Perhaps it was Ye Chen's struggle that made one of the strong men impatient, and he punched Ye Chen in the stomach.

On the spot, Ye Chen's eyes were bulging, his face was pale, he couldn't even scream, he just kept retching, his expression was distorted.

Pain, unprecedented pain, when had he endured this kind of pain? On the spot, tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

Holding Ye Chen in one hand, the strong man spat and said extremely fiercely, "In my hands, you'd better be quiet, otherwise you will suffer. I don't know how those fat women with special habits are attracted to these things." Thin skin and tender meat”

Cursing, several people walked through several streets and came to a large round-shaped house.

After walking through the corridor, Ye Chen was finally thrown into a cell. Surrounded by slaves of various ages, both men and women, but now, they all looked frightened or lost hope, and their eyes were numb and huddled aside.

"cough cough"

After curling up, Ye Chen felt the stirring in his stomach slow down for a while. Looking around, many people looked at him numbly, with no hope in their eyes.

In a panic, Ye Chen had no idea what to think in his mind at this moment, so he could only find a place and curl up as well.

Time passed minute by minute, and during this period, the guard delivered food.

However, facing the relatively rich food, few people were fighting for it, which made Ye Chen have a full meal.

Maybe it was a day or two, but Ye Chen calmed down completely. He began to observe his surroundings, trying to find a way to escape, but everything was in vain.

The most important thing is that, starting slowly, some people were taken out, and then when they came back, they were dying, with the word "slave" carved on their chests or backs.

Ye Chen knew that as long as the word "slave" was engraved on your name, others would know that you were once a slave when they saw it.

A few days later, the cell door was opened again. Two men, one holding a notebook, seemed to be memorizing something, and the other man looked fiercely at the slaves in the cells around him.

"No. 50 is him. Take him out and engrave him with a slave mark. In half a month, we will auction him."

The man holding the notebook pointed at Ye Chen and motioned to the strong man next to him to grab Ye Chen.

His calmness suddenly disappeared, and his face was full of panic. Ye Chen struggled desperately, but what he got in exchange was fists.

Not long after walking, in a room full of torture instruments, several iron gongs engraved with the word "Slave" were baking on a red copper stove, turning them completely red.

Being tied to the torture instrument, Ye Chen's face turned pale as he watched a big man come up with a red-hot iron gong, crying.

"No, no, please, let me go."

Ye Chen's plea made the big man even more excited, because he liked this kind of sound.

"Zizi"

"what"

The sound of frying was accompanied by the smell of meat. Ye Chen screamed, and his tears kept dripping like an unstoppable spring.

He couldn't bear this kind of pain at all. When it reached the extreme, Ye Chen closed his eyes, raised his head, and passed out.

"The endurance is too weak. Take him with you and don't let him die. We never do business at a loss."

The man who was holding the notebook earlier looked at Ye Chen like an ant, because to him, Ye Chen was just a thing, something he wanted to sell.

Morality and kindness cannot be tolerated.

Human cannibalism is the true face of this world, where strength is supreme and everything is determined by fists.

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