...until the two of them arrived at a market.
Yamada-cho paused.
He was somewhat shocked by what he saw.
This market is actually not a place that sells vegetables or meat.
Those iron cages contain people.
Living human beings.
Their limbs were bound, and they were curled up in the iron cage like a ball. Their mouths were taped shut, so they could only make "Mmmmm" sounds. The sound of their limbs colliding with the iron cage was a bit dull, and this sound could be heard everywhere in the market.
At a rough glance, there are no less than fifty iron cages.
He even saw naked human women lying there like livestock, waiting to be chosen by the Soul Clan members who were strolling around, and then they would be led away by the Soul Clan members on chains like dogs.
He looked at the scene in shock, and then heard Su Mingan beside him laugh.
"…That's what you call 'no difference'." Su Ming'an said.
"No, in fact, we are no different from humans." The man responded, "What I said is correct - if you go to the west of Praia and visit the slave markets, you will know that humans do the same things as us. Some of them even break the limbs of our compatriots and make them into ornaments... What is even more unimaginable to me is that they even buy and sell humans like them - they are more cruel than us."
Su Mingan knew that the man was right.
As early as when he arrived in Praia, he encountered a tavern where people were bought and sold. The slave trade in Praia must have been very rampant, but he had never been to the actual trading site to see it.
He looked at the slave trading scene and saw the sellers greeting the men enthusiastically.
Men seem to have a high status here.
The man continued to move forward and then entered a circular building.
"Su Ming'an..." Yamada Choi approached him and lowered his voice: "I feel like this place is too dangerous."
"Didn't you want to come?" Su Mingan said.
“No, that’s true, but it’s too…” Yamada Machiichi glanced at the humans covered in blood in the iron cages.
Humans are universally capable of empathy.
When they see beings like themselves in misery, they too will identify with them and feel for them.
Perhaps because the two of them stayed there for too long, the man who entered turned back.
Under the pure black mask were a pair of eyes with a hint of playfulness.
"What's wrong, my guest? What are you doing standing at the door?" He said with a smile, "Come in quickly. We can talk about some things later."
Su Mingan walked in.
Yamada Machi hesitated for a moment, but finally followed him in.
Even though he knew it was dangerous here, he couldn't turn back.
Entering this barrier is like getting on a pirate ship. In a city ruled by the Soul Clan, he, a human, can only move forward cautiously.
“Crash——”
As soon as he stepped into the building, he heard bursts of extremely loud screams.
The cheers spread out like water splashing, and the warm yellow light inside seemed a little dazzling.
Yamada-cho squinted his eyes and saw that they seemed to be in a high-rise audience seat, with a Colosseum-like venue below. Brilliant lights covered the top of the circular building, illuminating the blood remaining on the Colosseum below.
A human in thin clothes was fighting a life-and-death battle with another human in the venue. They were holding sharp blades, and their blood was spilled on the sand in the venue. The two men were already blood-thirsty.
The outer circle of the audience seats was filled with cheering soul clan members.
"Kill him—"
"Kill him!"
"Little Al! I bet on you! Don't let me down--"
The Soul Clan cheered loudly, their blood-red eyes shining brightly.
They generally wore gorgeous clothes like those of the nobility. Many female soul clan members wore flowers in their hair and waved fans in their hands, looking like noble ladies.
This scene looks exactly the same as the arena on the human side.
However, the people who were watching the life-and-death struggle of others as if they were watching a play had changed from humans to soul people.
In an instant, Yamada Machiichi walked from the night into the brightly lit arena. His eyes were still a little overwhelmed. He glanced at the audience seats and was shocked by the number of soul people.
...definitely no less than two hundred people.
The Soul Hunters' intelligence clearly stated that the number of Soul Clan members could not exceed a thousand.
But now it seems that there may be more than this number of Soul Clan Cities in the southern region alone.
If these people regarded him as an enemy and attacked him at the same time in the next moment...
Yamada Machiichi felt that he had taken a risky step.
It seemed that he shouldn't have come to see the leader of the Soul Clan so soon. He underestimated the strength of the Soul Clan.
The man was still walking in front, leading them into a private room.
The private room was very large, with fruits and red wine on the table. Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass in front, one could clearly see the scene of the arena below.
The cheers of the audience came through the glass, and the arena was surrounded by a smell of blood and fanaticism.
"Would you like to try it? It's Praia's finest drink." The man leaned over to pour the wine with an extremely elegant posture. With his black and white outfit like a waiter, he looked like a qualified butler.
"I don't drink." Su Mingan said.
"I... I don't drink either." Yamada Machi immediately followed. He watched the man pour the wine, and suddenly his nose moved, and he smelled something wrong.
……etc.
He widened his eyes slightly.
That's not red wine at all.
That scarlet liquid was clearly blood, human blood.
A faint smell of blood floated in the air, and the transparent glass wine glass flashed a layer of golden reflected light.
The man put down his glass and took a seat amid the sounds of fighting and cheering below.
"Sir," Yamada-cho said, "We are here to look for the leader of the Soul Clan."
"Yes, I know." The man smiled and said, "Please take a seat, dear guest. We can talk now if we have anything to say."
He slowly raised his hand, and his bony hand pressed on the pure black mask.
When he put his hands down, he had already taken off his mask and tall hat, revealing a handsome face that looked exceptionally young and pale.
Golden hair hung on his full forehead, the light flickered in his blood-red eyes, and the look he gave me contained a hint of deep meaning.
"Let me introduce myself." The man began, "I am the leader of the Praia Soul Clan, the leader of the Soul Clan City, and the upper soul clan Sevilla."
Then, he no longer looked at Yamada Machiichi, but turned his gaze to Su Mingan.
"Long time no see." He said, "...Father."
…
At this moment, Yamada Machiichi suddenly wanted to escape.
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