Shi Junjun still didn't say a word.

The black-robed man, who thought that his words were both soft and hard, had an effect, was about to continue to persuade the other party, so as to release the weapon that was parked on his neck first.

The girl pressed the button of the electric baton in her hand fiercely.

After a crackling sound, the black-robed man was electrocuted and fainted.

Until the moment before he lost consciousness, he thought he had made a deal with the female adventurer in front of him.

Shi Junjun, who slowly released the button of the electric baton, looked at the black-robed man on the ground with towering cheekbones and a scorching smell all over his body, his eyes were cold and full of vigilance.

From the outbreak to the subduing of the opponent, plus the time to listen to the latter's nonsense, it was only half a minute.

This does not mean that this black-robed man, who claims to be a member of the old Frings' underground slave market, is a soft persimmon that can be handled at will.

However, it seems that the other party doesn't take her seriously at all, and since this is the case, Shi Junjun doesn't mind taking advantage of this.

She silently took out the rope from her backpack, tied the black-robed man's hands and feet behind her back, and made sure that the other party was not a magician who did not carry the magic props necessary for casting spells, so she took a deep breath, forcibly endured the discomfort in her heart, and pulled out the handkerchief to cover the face of the man who could not look at him after losing his skin.

By the time she had fought the black-robed man, the man had already taken his last breath in the filthy puddle of sewage in the alley.

When she had done all this, she looked up at the sky in the alleys of Portugalette.

The haze that shrouded the sky above the city weighed down her chest one after another.

"Captain of the 29th Detachment of the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade under the Anti-Slave Trade Department of the Kingdom, thank you for passing on the information that our scouts said before they died."

A tall brown-haired woman dressed in armor with the imprint of a scale, a sword, and a badge on it, and looked about the same age as Shi Junjun, bowed to her in deep thanks:

"If you hadn't conveyed the information to us, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to touch the lair of these slave traders for another half a year."

With that, she turned her attention to the thugs of the underground slave market in South Rissyphus, who were still struggling with the two of them holding down their vests.

Stepping forward quickly, she drew her sword without the slightest hesitation.

The long sword was resting on the back of the former's neck, and the sharp edge had already cut through the skin there, and it only took a little force to penetrate the flesh.

"Lao Tzu knows what will happen to you wild dogs, come on, cut Lao Tzu, it's a big deal to be a good man again in eighteen years!"

The hard-mouthed man was still shouting, trying to provoke the woman to cut off his own head.

Because the thug of the underground slave market in South Richsyus knew that with the crimes he had committed in the past, and he had just killed the fellow inspectors, he would have no way to live.

Rather than being tortured and squeezed out of all its value and then dying, it is better to provoke people to be angry and happy now, and maybe the old Frings family will take care of the past and arrange their future generations.

"You want to provoke me and then get a cheap death, do you?"

The voice of the brown-haired tall woman without any temperature reached the ears of the thug, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, who was already pretending to be calm.

"Lao Tzu, huh-"

Before he could say anything more, the long sword that had been resting on the back of his neck changed its angle and slashed diagonally, cutting off half of its ears impartially.

The thugs, who were still wailing after being put into a wooden prison cart towed by horses, did not receive any medical treatment, including stopping the bleeding.

The inspectors of the Kingdom's anti-slave trade department knew that the amount of blood lost from this wound was far less than fatal.

And it won't be long before the thugs suffer much more than that.

But whatever has suffered to their companions, they will be restored from this man.

"If you can, can you invite you to a nearby restaurant so that you can tell us more information?"

"Can you change to another place?"

Shi Junjun replied softly.

She doesn't want to see anything especially that contains meat right now.

"About three years ago, the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade of the Kingdom's Anti-Slave Trade Department received a report about the rampant underground slave trade in Portugalette City."

In a window of a café with simple décor, brown-haired women with their helmets off hold white porcelain cups filled with steaming coffee and calmly tell Shi Junjun about their previous experiences.

That's pretty much it.

As a model city for the implementation of the Kingdom's Racial Equality Act and the Slavery Abolition Act, Portugalette has always been known for "all humanoids can be treated equally here", and the Kingdom's anti-slave trade department has not received a single case of slave trade and humanoid racial discrimination for three consecutive years.

At first, this letter did not attract the attention of the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade of the Anti-Slave Trade Department of the Kingdom, which only symbolically sent a letter to the 35th Detachment stationed in Portugalette asking if there had been any slave trade incidents in the territory, and after receiving a negative reply, they did not pursue the matter again.

The second, third, and even the dozen or so letters of complaint that followed were not taken to heart by these people, and all their attention was focused on how many percentage points the incidence of slave trade cases in their jurisdiction had dropped, and how many model cities of racial equality were in the territory.

And the turnaround happened two and a half years ago.

It was a sunny afternoon, and as the adults of the Southern Squadron were sipping their afternoon tea and beginning to fantasize about how soon the news of the promotion would arrive, a figure wrapped in rags attempted to break into the headquarters of the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade.

The suspicious element was stopped by the guards guarding the headquarters, who was still trying to force his way in.

The rags that covered the latter's body were quickly lifted, and it was a sheep man covered in bruises.

"Someone in Portugalette is hunting down my compatriots!"

The sheep man, who had escaped from the slave traders' prison car, finally arrived at the gate of the headquarters of the anti-slave trade department's inspection brigade in the southern part of the kingdom, and shouted to attract the attention of everyone in the vicinity, wanting the good people here to defeat the bad guys who took his people and save his relatives and friends.

The shouts of the sheep attracted many onlookers, and when the headquarters heard about it, in order to prevent public opinion from fermenting among the commoners and negatively affecting the official image of the kingdom, they quickly dispatched a person in charge with a high official position to calm down the situation.

At this point, the tall brown-haired woman opened her mouth and stopped.