"Here to meddle?"
All the slave hunters were dumbfounded by this sentence.
There were many people in the world with nothing better to do, but if you're going to meddle, at least come up with a decent reason, right? Who would openly admit they're here to meddle?
"By the way, I've rescued all these slaves you captured, so if you have any objections or aren't happy about it, hold it in!"
"Hold it in?" Hearing these words, the group of slave hunters nearly spat up blood in anger.
"He's just one person, let's all rush him! With our weapons, we might just be able to kill him!" All the slave hunters exchanged glances and immediately reached a consensus—to kill the young man standing before them.
In such a remote place, without even an exact cosmic coordinate, no matter how powerful his civilization might be, it couldn't send reinforcements here quickly.
Plus, the figure backing them wasn't necessarily afraid of some rich civilization!
"Attack!"
