Tap.. tap.. tap..
Watching this man who seemed nothing like a good person approach step by step, the girl was terrified and attempted to back away. But because her hands and feet were tied, she couldn't move at all, and accidentally hit her forehead on the ground, tears instantly welling up.
"Ha—!"
With a sneer, cold, iron-like fingers pinched the girl's chin, forcing her to face him.
From the shadow beneath the brim of his hat, a pair of dark red eyes stared greedily at the girl's dirty little face, like a snake eyeing its prey.
After a while.
"Why do you always bring these malnourished, skin-and-bones goods to me? Hmm?" After confirming the "cargo" met his standards in his own way, the man in the trench coat expressed dissatisfaction with its quality.
Though the "cargo's" health status didn't significantly impact the matter, healthy "cargo" was ultimately better quality!
