The young man's answer left Jiang Zheyu even more confused.
"We're all Beast Slaves," the young man said, noticing the confusion in Jiang Zheyu's eyes and taking the initiative to explain. "Everyone here is an already-conditioned Beast Slave."
The term "Beast Slave" sent a slight jolt through Jiang Zheyu, and her eyes widened. "I was on a crashed Starship, and then someone just inexplicably dragged me up here. I didn't sell myself to become a Beast Slave."
Hearing her words, the surrounding Beastmen fell silent, their faces turning grim.
"I was just walking down the street before I was inexplicably dragged into a Hovercar, too." A pained, suppressed look flashed across the young man's face.
"Huh? But don't Beast Slaves sell themselves voluntarily?" Jiang Zheyu asked, pressing her lips together.
"Tch..." A scoff came from another Beastman nearby, as if he found her words laughable.
Jiang Zheyu instinctively glanced over at him.
