Three hours later, Qin Tian returned to his slave hold.
As soon as he entered the room, everyone's eyes focused on him with curiosity, doubt, and a hint of scrutiny.
Qin Tian calmly walked back to his place, and it was at this moment that he suddenly noticed two unfamiliar faces in the room.
He turned his head to look; one of them had broad shoulders, a scar at the corner of his eye, looking rather fierce, and next to him was a well-built man, with ordinary features but a sharp gaze.
Qin Tian silently sat back in his position. Before long, the scarred thug walked over to the metal bucket, unzipped, and urinated into it.
For a moment, the room was filled with the stench of urine.
Then, in the next moment, the scarred thug, knowingly or unknowingly, shook his pants, and the yellowish water stream splashed in Qin Tian's direction.
Fortunately, Qin Tian retracted his foot in time, otherwise his shoes and pants would have been hit.
