Hearing the slave trader's words, Fang Hao was at a loss for words.
Damn, he can really talk up his product.
I'm not blind. Can't I see the characteristics of these two races?
"Didn't you say that all the slaves have been trained? These have just been captured. Won't there be any issues?" Fang Hao looked at the slave trader.
The rabbitmen he had purchased last time had a blank expression, clearly accepting their status as slaves.
However, these fox ladies in front of him were crying and frightened, clearly just captured.
If he bought them, and they acted out, it would be too much for him.
"No, my friend," the slave trader walked to the iron cage and struck the bars with an iron rod in his hand. "Shut up. Anyone who dares to cry will be fed to the dogs."
The roar and the clinking sound of the iron rod made the fox ladies shudder, biting back tears.
