"Could it be that she's going to the slave market to demand Ulyssians from the slave traders?"
Driven by curiosity, quite a few people steeled their nerves and followed to join in the excitement.
Slave Market.
The boss, under Black Fu's stare, sweated as if small water pipes were installed all over his body; he, like everyone else, thought Black Fu was here to cause trouble.
His backing was strong, but when facing someone as ruthless and life-disregarding as Silver Moon, what good was his powerful support? The slightest slip-up and he'd be chopped into bits before his backers could arrive.
Out of this fear, the boss desperately offered all kinds of attentive services.
Moving chairs, serving food and drink, personally fanning Black Fu on the side; when he saw a robot trying to take his job, he kicked it away without a second thought. If not for fear that Black Fu would dislike it, he would have been ready to prostrate and kiss the tips of Black Fu's shoes.
