Their bodies involuntarily trembled as they lowered their heads and nibbled at the dumplings. Even when the piping hot dumplings scalded their lips they didn't dare make a sound.
A male patted his female comfortingly and said to Winston, "You guys aren't the ones who bought them? Some time ago, a group of wolf beastmen offered to buy each female for ten jars of salt."
He lowered his gaze and said helplessly, "As we were in an urgent shortage of salt at the time, my village sold two females first. Else, we wouldn't have had any salt to eat. This time, when you guys offered twenty jars of salt for one female, the village sold my spouse."
The other males also chimed in with their own village's situation. All of them confirmed that their village had more or less sold some females prior to this, but not as many as this time.
Winston's brows furrowed tightly. He sensed a competitor.
