Chapter Seventy-Three: The Saracen Merchant

When Yang Ji first heard about the fishman, he thought it was strange. How the hell these people were captured. But now there is no doubt.

――If it weren't for the cooperation between the people inside and outside of the Sea Clan, humans would not have been able to do anything, and they would not have been able to sell so many fish-man warriors.

"It seems that whether it is a human or an alien, it is the same everywhere!"

Thinking like this, Yang Ji shook his head and lay down on the seat with his eyes closed.

Fishman warriors are useless for warriors. On land, finding human thugs is far more reliable than fish-man warriors. There is no accident, Yang Ji estimates that these fish-man warriors are all aimed at those families and gate valves who run the ocean!

"Fish-man warriors, as you can see, these are all creatures of the sea. They have a lot of strength, but they are flexible and eat less, so you don't have to worry about it. But that's not the point!"

"The point is, these fishmen are the best people to pick up Dongzhu. They are like fish in water in the ocean, and you don't have to worry about them running away, and you don't have to worry about them being lazy. As long as you pay a certain commission, you can entrust it to the sea tribes to take care of and supervise you. ”

"I believe that the credibility and style of the Sea Tribes can be completely trusted. ”

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Hearing this, there was laughter all around. Apparently they all had contact with the Sea Clan. The two black-robed sea clans on the booth also looked proud, obviously still for the credibility of their own race