The decoration of the auction hall is similar to that of the opera hall. The seats on the first floor are half-circularly scattered, and wherever each seat faces, there is an auction table that everyone can see clearly.
On the second floor are independent private rooms embedded in the wall, each with an oblique staircase pointing directly to the auction table.
At this time, the venue was overcrowded.
Even the second-floor private rooms with harsh conditions are full.
On the magnificent auction stand, a middle-aged auctioneer with a calm face was congratulating the buyer who had just taken a photo of a female slave in an enthusiastic tone.
In the seat near the front row, Thor’s eyes chased the female slave who had just been photographed, and his wolf-like eyes swept around the female slave’s sensitive areas.
“Guru.”
Saul couldn’t help swallowing.
It was not until the female slave was sent back to the backstage that he smacked his lips with regret.
Next to him, Arthur moved silently to the side.
“So white and big.”
Thor sighed, wiped the saliva that accidentally flowed out with his hands, and then wiped Arthur’s clothes.
“You…!”
Arthur looked at Thor in shock and angrily, enduring the urge to cover the seat on Thor’s head.
Thor looked like he had never happened before, and the old god was crossing his legs.
Arthur endured it, only blamed himself for being slutty and sitting next to Thor.
“It’s probably going to be lively later.”
Suddenly, Arthur heard Thor’s murmuring himself.
“What does it mean?”
He looked at Thor in confusion.
Thor grinned and whispered to himself: “Anything that can easily touch people’s hearts…”
“Huh?”
Arthur’s face turned right, as if he realized something.
Then he heard Thor’s next words.
“It is often like shit, which easily covers some people’s eyes.”
“…”
On the auction table, the middle-aged auctioneer opened his arms and his tone was always enthusiastic and powerful.
“The next product will be the last slave auctioned tonight. As the final product of the slave category, it probably won’t disappoint you. So, please check it out.”
As the last byte fell, he suddenly swung his arms and pointed to the left side of the auction table.
Along with the rumbling of the wheels rolling, a cart with cast iron cages was pushed to the center of the auction table by two powerful staff from Kong Wu.
Inside the cage, a whole body of soilThe yellow fishman sat cross-legged, with chains wrapped around her strong body that she could not escape.
The fishman lowered his head, as quiet as a dead thing.
His signs were good, but he exuded a slight decay all over his body.
The auctioneer walked to the edge of the cage and smiled:
“This is the last product of slaves tonight, the bevel shark man. I know that customers who like this product must be prepared, while those who hate this product are not interested.”
“So, please allow me to skip the introduction and go directly to the next product display.”
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, the staff on the other side of the cage pressed a button on the cart.
Sisi—!
Suddenly, a bright current flowed through the fishman.
“Ahhh!”
After being hit by this electric shock, the fishman who was still dead the previous second suddenly twisted his body wildly, opening his mouth wide and screaming shrillly.
Therefore, the big mouth revealed the characteristics he possessed as a bevel shark man – the dense sharp teeth.
In the seats, the buyers who came for the fishman were already ready to move and just waited to enter the auction stage. They will raise their bids as soon as possible.
Kazt is one of them.
This fishman slave will be his sure-fire product.
In the backstage behind the auction table, there are cages of slaves placed in disorder.
Almost all these slaves are first-class women, and of course, there are a few strong male slaves.
Whether it was a female slave or a male slave, they all lowered their heads and said nothing, their eyes full of desolation when they heard the shrill screams from the auction stand.
Among these cages, there is a cage that is relatively more like a pet box, where a white and slender skunk is held.
Strangely, this skunk not only does not smell, but even exudes a strange fragrance.
The skunk curled up in the cage, his humanized dark eyes staring at the human slaves present.
The look that was no different from that of humans had no sense of being a prisoner.
He looked at the slaves, as if he was watching a bunch of poor eggs.
The night is getting darker and the coolness comes with the wind.