"Get down here!"
The carriage stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse. John turned off the engine and pulled open the car door. He cackled.
"My brothers, look what I've brought you."
"Oh! God's gift!"
A few people walked out of the old warehouse. They were all in their hippie getups, hair dyed in multiple colours, tattoos on their necks and wrists, wearing skull-themed chains and rings. They all had black eyeliner on and armed themselves with baseball bats and steel pipes. They approached the car menacingly.
"Get down now, yellow skin monkey from the Middle Continent!"
A red-haired white-skinned youth dragged Fang Yuan forward and eyed him with bloodlust.
"Mm, not bad… this coolie looks healthy. Buyers will like him!"
"Lock him up, and don't forget to scrub him from top to toe!"
"Tsk tsk… before he is sold, let's not waste this opportunity!"