"Ahh, who are you? Sir, I don't want any trouble. Please, let me go." said the lady in alarm and rushed for the cabin's entrance.
The Shadow Slave blocked her path.
"Sir, I have nothing to do with this human. Please, spare me." The lady pleaded.
"Miss, my master is speaking to you. Have a seat on the couch." the Shadow Slave said with a stern face.
"Huh! He, he, he is your master?!" the lady was even more confused as a Snake-man calling a slave human youth a master. The first thing that came to her mind was the terrorist group in the Central continent, the Human Revolutionary Party.
Having no choice left, she took a deep breath and sat on the couch. "Sir, are you a member of the HRP?"
"HRP? Never heard of them before." Bobby responded, and gave an eye signal to his Shadow Slave.
Shadow Slave nodded, took out a box, unboxed it, and place it on the table.
