These human traffickers didn't deserve any sympathy. If they weren't still useful, he would have fucking killed them already. In his past life or this one, he wished he could flay these bastards alive a thousand times over.
"Remember, you only have one chance. If you make a mistake, the next knife will be at your neck."
"Big Brother... I'll definitely lead you to her... Please, I beg you to spare me!"
The man gasped, begging for mercy. He now felt it would have been better to die in battle than endure this.
Yet, the intense pain also sparked his will to live, making him fear death even more.
Lance couldn't be bothered with him. After giving Reynard some instructions, he left him to guard the camp while he took the others to the small town.
The so-called town wasn't a town in the modern sense. Rather, it was a growing settlement that, once it reached a certain population, would be called a town.
