87_87057 When everyone else left, Bai Qi turned his head to look at the oars slave who had just smashed the water thief.

It was a sturdy young man, and it was evident from his pale skin that he had been a paddle slave for some time, perhaps because of his thick foundation, and he didn't have thinning hair like the other old oars, but his flushed cheeks showed that he could no longer stand the pressure of any more.

There were no slave marks on his face, but it was not surprising that many of the oars on the ship were strong sailors who had been looted from merchant ships, and the thieves did not bother to tattoo them with slave marks.

Bai Qi looked at him for a moment, his eyes were very calm, neither fear nor humility.

Bai Qi asked, "What's your name?" ”