Chen Xiang instantly understood the intentions of these people. He had read about such incidents in books, and every time, he would feel a surge of righteous indignation, wishing he could enter the pages and tear those despicable traffickers to pieces. He never imagined that one day, he himself would be caught in such a situation.
Consequently, a radiant smile appeared on his face, puzzling Poison Snake and his gang completely.
"Boss, has this kid gone mad?" asked a big bearded man anxiously.
"He shouldn't have, but let's hope he isn't crazy; otherwise, we can't sell him for a good price," Poison Snake said, equally worried.
It was at this moment that Chen Xiang bent down to pick up a few pebbles, weighed them gently in his hand, and said with a smile, "Aren't you coming to meet your deaths?"
Enraged by these words, Poison Snake bellowed, "I've never seen anyone so arrogant. Brothers, rush him, and be careful not to scratch his face, or we won't get a good price."
