"Bang!"
Kurt felt the force that was restraining him disappear, and then his body flew up and fell heavily onto the hard ground.
"Damn bastard."
Although he was not hurt, Kurt was still cursing in his heart, and he always felt that he had been humiliated.
As a citizen of terobo, he had never been treated like this since he was born. Naturally, he was indignant.
Other than anger, there was also an uncontrollable fear.
He had been forced to use his survival equipment, but he had been caught while escaping. Not only had he been caught, but none of his companions had escaped either.
Under such circumstances, the hope of being rescued would be even slimmer.
In addition, these unknown enemies had also taken control of the three transport ships, and those valuable mines were now the spoils of war of others.
At the thought of this, Kurt felt even more annoyed, because he hated being taken advantage of, especially by low-class races.
