The one who shouted at them to stop turned out to be the slave trader group's leader. They came to the right place for answers after all.
Truen looked at the slave trader who didn't carry a whip like the rest of his goons. Instead, he had a pistol and a huge ring of keys hanging from his belt. The man had yellowing teeth and was very tan, indicating that he led quite a hard life too. Zero didn't like how he looked at others and tugged at Truen's shirt discreetly. Money could buy many things and this man looked like he could be moved by money.
Bob piled the goons up and sat on top of the groaning pile mercilessly while Truen stared the leader down. The slave trader was nervous. He'd never met such troublesome figures before. Even Duke Connie's private army was no match for the gangs in the southern region. They had the support of Duke Zurich to do whatever they wanted here and nobody defied the ones appointed by Duke Zurich to be in charge until now.
