Nine hours later, a steel train loaded with "cargo" stopped outside Kyoto, at a station exclusive to Tanbo Industry.
Once the carriage door was opened, the stench of urine and filth rushed out. The glaring flashlights illuminated inside, revealing haggard faces matted with dirt.
They gathered together, some male, some female, some old, some young.
Their faces were colorless, some pale, some sallow, none healthy. Some were shrinking back uneasily, some nervously leading the way, while young girls bit their lips, trying hard to wipe clean their faces, straighten up and subtly lower their collars, striving to showcase their value.
Others brimmed with hatred and anger in their eyes, gritting their teeth.
More were already exhausted.
Simply lying on the ground, breathing blankly.
Without exception, all were hybrids.
In silence, Lin Nineteen looked at those eyes, wanting to speak yet stopping short, quickly retracting his gaze, turning around to leave.
