The slave market was located deep within Dog City, inside an abandoned sports arena.
As soon as one walked in, a wave of noise and a mixed stench hit them in the face.
Hundreds of iron cages were placed everywhere, with shouts of selling, cries, and sounds of whips that were endless. The traffickers categorized various slaves according to their value in the apocalypse: strong laborers, skilled workers, women, experts and scholars, etc.
But there were very few experts and scholars, more of them were mediocres.
If someone truly had talent, they would be honored even in the apocalypse, unless they had highly specialized technical skills with no managerial ability at all, they would not end up here.
Qin Tong was just about to ask his old friend when he saw two familiar figures.
One with wild long hair, the other built like a city wall.
