Soon, eight pirate ships docked at the port.
Su Lun squatted in the pile of slaves in the cabin, listening to the noisy movements on the wharf outside, without any emotional fluctuation.
Since the ship was docking and it was time to disembark, pirates finally came to remove the slaves' hoods.
Having squatted for many days, the slaves were dizzy and disoriented, and a few sick individuals in the corner who were barely breathing were slightly sluggish, earning whiplashes across their backs that snapped crisply.
"Line up and follow quickly! Don't fucking dawdle!"
Su Lun also endured a couple of lashes.
After stepping out of the cabin onto the deck, he was finally able to breathe fresh air instead of the stuffy atmosphere inside, and his expression brightened for a moment.
