Bang!

The supervisor's whip blocked the slaves' footsteps.

Clow turned around, and a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face, whose originally cold face: "Don't worry, Lord Hailan has already said that there is another chance."

Next time?

Still have a chance?

Under the gaze of the slaves, 50 selected slaves indeed boarded the warships sent by the Navy.

It seemed as if they had suddenly left the kingdom on the bridge and became humans in another world.

The unselected slaves were full of envy and expectation on their faces.

When is the next time?

Is it twenty years?
Chapter completed!