Chapter 143

In the dimly lit underground city, I had just finished selling my last can of food. Eagerly, I was about to purchase more slaves, when the bear gang leader approached me with his smelly body odour.

Water was precious here; people wash their body once a year.

His burly frame cast a long shadow as he strode towards me, flanked by two other gang’s leaders, their footsteps echoing in the small alley.

“Alex, the fish seller,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing.

“That’s me!” I responded with a cheerful smile.

“We want you to take us to the fish factory. Can you, do it?” His eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to pierce through me, daring me to decline.

“Sure,” I replied happily. “The owner already mentioned he'd be thrilled to have you all there. He said there’s plenty of food.”

“Really?” he asked, scepticism written all over his rugged face.

“Yes, take as many people as you can,” I urged, sensing their disbelief.

The three of them exchanged looks of shock and disbelief. “Whatever,” one of