Watching the three human traffickers groaning in pain on the ground, Li Xing felt no sympathy, and she pressed the tip of her foot onto the fingers of the squinty-eyed one, grinding them.
"Ahhhhh—, spare me, hero, spare me!"
"Where were you planning to take me?"
Squinty-eyes hissed in pain, his voice trembled as he replied, "No, no, we were just playing a joke on you."
Li Xing applied more pressure with her foot, and as the fingers flattened, squinty-eyes finally couldn't hold on and cried out, "I'll talk, I'll talk—!"
"There's a smuggling organization that buys people at high prices. They don't care about gender, age, or appearance; there's just one requirement: they must have double black traits. One double black can sell for twenty million space credits."
