The atmosphere was silent. Even though the hall was well-illuminated, there was a palpable tension in the room.
Then, a series of footsteps could be heard from the direction of the door and few heads turned to look who it was. Finding the orc walking in leisurely, a few of them turned back.
"Mighty Yava, I have bought the man."
Before the orc finished, Lee Shen's upper torso was launched into the air. The helpless torso of the alive ragdoll skimmed through the air silently. The force with which the orc threw him was enough to make him reach the centre of the hall.
Slowly descending, Lee Shen was expecting to touch down on the floor with a thud. He mentally prepared for the possible avalanche of pain. He shut his eyes in expectation.
But...
There was no pain. To be precise, Lee was not feeling anything. For a second he thought that he had died from the throw.
