Inside the Slave Trade Guild hideout, members were moving quickly, packing all their belongings.
Wooden crates were stacked one after another. Heavy footsteps echoed continuously throughout the underground hideout.
The atmosphere was hurried.
No one dared slow down.
Most of the ordinary members' faces were filled with confusion. They did not understand what was going on.
The sudden evacuation had caught everyone off guard.
Why would the guild move their resources?
The question lingered in everyone's mind.
Even though many had various questions burning in their minds, they knew better than to ask unnecessary questions.
Thus, everyone silently obeyed.
"Move quickly! Do you want another whipping?" a burly man shouted, dragging the prisoners.
His thick whip lashed through the air with a sharp crack.
Groans and screams came from the prisoners.
Some stumbled from exhaustion.
