"It's not that I need it; it's our Lord Qin who needs it! If you can distinguish yourself in battle, you might even be spared from the death penalty."
The young man's pupils constricted briefly as he asked in a deep voice, "What about those who can't fight?"
"Of course, they'll be thrown to the sharks! What's the use of keeping people who can't fight? Are they here to waste food?"
A trace of desolation flashed across the young man's face as he turned around and repeated word for word what Black Shark had said. Then, with a look of dejection, he hung his head low and resigned himself to waiting for death.
The words relayed by the young man made everyone tense up, and they all stood up in a hurry!
"I'm in charge of fighting!"
"So am I!"
If you can live, who would choose to die?
In an instant, everyone stood up except for the young man—even the several thoroughbred horses got to their feet.
