## Chapter 875 – Illegal Slave Traffickers

Anyway, this female slave auction seemed to be the main event at Sangulla.

“This woman is a notorious swindler who has made off with several gold coins on her own!!! I wonder which righteous customer will purchase this swindler and punish her! Of course, I’m talking about `that kind` of punishment, ha ha ha!”

Following the host’s instructions, employees who looked like murderous thugs grabbed the female slave’s neck with a leash.

—Swish.

Then, the female slave in see-through clothing began to sway her body. Did they even train them to do that? It was a deeply unpleasant sight, but if she was indeed a swindler as the host was showing with the certificate, it was nothing more than her just deserts.

I couldn’t say anything about legally traded slaves, and if they were bastards who drove nails into the hearts of innocent people, they deserved to suffer for eternity. A swindler? She should be chopped into pieces and killed, not enslaved.

Originally, all criminals should be either killed or enslaved.

Without any crime, in perfect peace. The Congolese, who lived kindly, loving their neighbors, families, and nature and friends, suddenly fell into hell because of the Belgians.

The Belgians would boil innocent Congolese children alive for mere fun and entertainment, or kidnap them, cut off their limbs, and so on. Innocent Congolese became slaves of the Belgians and suffered endless pain. At that time, a game of crushing the skulls of kidnapped Congolese babies was popular in Belgium.

That is something that can never be forgiven.

Legal slave trading is a just punishment.
But what about illegal slave trading?

That’s something only Belgians would do.

That’s something only the Western powers of the imperialist era, who drove blacks into sugarcane fields, would do. That is something that can never be forgiven… But this Sangulla is suspected of illegal slave trading, and an alleged heretic is working here.

Suspicious.

“Let the auction begin!!”
“Woo-hoo-hoo!!”
“Ooooooh!”
“Look over here!”

The auction proceeded with frenzied shouts.

The customers were quite strict in judging the beauty of the female slaves. It was a completely different attitude from the customer who had just bought bandits to use in the mines.

They’re buying them for entertainment purposes.

“Hmm… that one’s not bad. I really like her golden hair. Habitual theft and contract killing? Those kinds of wicked women need to be corrected with my dick.”
“Hahaha! You’ve got a way with words, mister! Yeah! Those bad women need to be punished by being relentlessly raped! So that they can atone!”
“We’ll show them that justice is alive with our dicks!!”

As the auction intensified, the masked customers clenched their fists while spouting nonsense.

After observing for a while, the host introduced the slaves according to the procedure, as if he was adhering to a law that he absolutely had to follow. He showed the stamped certificate and read it all out. He was constantly showing that this was a legal slave trading market.

Is that why they’re not suspected?
Is this how they’re disguising it?

I don’t know for now.

And that heretic isn’t visible either.

It seems like there’s nothing more to see inside.
The suspicious places are the basement and the upper floors…

Let’s move on to the next plan.

I headed straight for the door to go outside.

“Hmm? Customer? Are you leaving?”

The employee guarding the door said that.

“There’s nothing I like today.”
“Ah, I’m sorry. Next time, we’ll definitely… Then, your name is…”
“…”

I didn’t say my name and went straight outside.

“Customer!”

The employee called from behind, but he didn’t try to grab me. Well, would they call out your name when you leave?

I returned to where my wives were waiting.

“What? You’re back sooner than I thought?”
“Yeah. Sis. Just go back for now. I couldn’t find anything suspicious.”
“Really? But what do you mean, go back?”

Karin tilted her head.

“Where’s Kat?”

Claudia said.

“I’m going to do some undercover investigation for a bit. I’ve been watching the slave trading, and it doesn’t seem like there’s a problem, so I’m going to check it out myself.”

—Swish.

I immediately took off my robe and put on a mask. What I’m wearing now is black clothing. I deliberately chose clothes that were easy to move in.

“Undercover? Are you going to be okay?”
“It’s not a difficult task. It looks like I’ll be late, so go and sleep first.”

I’m more confident in climbing walls than Spider-Man.

I guess I’ll just break into a high-rise window or go up to the roof and break inside. I’m confident I won’t get caught. My superhuman body will even perfectly carry out undercover investigations.

After sending my wives away, I went back to Sangulla and looked around.

Fortunately, the employees were only guarding the front gate and weren’t patrolling the other parts of the building.

Are they this confident?

After spending some time observing in more detail, I noticed that the back of the building was completely empty. Looking at it, there were windows on the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors. Above that was the rooftop.

Let’s go this way.

—Whoosh!

I immediately jumped and clung to the outer wall of the 3rd floor, then crawled along the wall like a cockroach and checked the windows.

“…”

For now, the slave market was using the 1st and 2nd floors.

In other words, from the 3rd floor onwards, there would probably be offices, but when I put my head inside the window, it seemed to be a hallway. A faint light was on, so it was dark, but everything was clearly visible to my eyes.

There’s no one in the back hallway on the 3rd floor.

—Scuttle scuttle.
—Swish swish swish!

It was night, and there were no signs of people, and I was wearing black clothes, so if I was careful, I probably wouldn’t get caught. So, I crawled around the wall of the Sangulla building like a cockroach, checking all the windows I could.

If I had known this would happen, I would have brought black tights and antennae.

—…

Anyway, it looked like there were offices on the 4th floor.

Every time I checked a room, people were sitting at desks doing something. If they’re office workers, are they executives? I checked their faces, but unfortunately, I couldn’t find the heretic. It seems like he’s somewhere, but… well, I’ll find out if I look.

Finally, I went up to the roof.

“Hoo.”

Crawling around the outer wall of the building like a cockroach and checking all the windows.

This wasn’t something a normal human being would do. Nevertheless, my powerful body made it a reality.

Truly superhuman strength.

Anyway, there was no lock on the roof door.

—Creak.

I immediately opened it and went downstairs.

I had already grasped the approximate structure through the windows, so there would be no problem escaping or hiding through the windows.

I constantly checked for signs of people and sounds as I went down. It would be troublesome if I got caught. I need to do it secretly for now. Even if I take a look, if there’s a guy like a secret agent walking around inside the building, I’ll obviously have to be careful.

If I get caught, information gathering is impossible.

—…
—…

Generally, there were some sounds, but it didn’t seem like anyone was coming this way. It’s certain because I’m sensing it. So, I walked down the dark hallway on the 5th floor.

Without any footsteps.

—…

There were many doors here and there.

Doors like iron gates in a prison.

Iron doors with small rectangular gaps at eye level so you can check the inside.

There were offices on the 4th floor, but was this place made for some other purpose? Unfortunately, there was nothing I could check with the 5th floor windows.

—Aaaaaah!

That was the moment.

A scream came from the front.

The building was so big and there were so many rooms that it seemed like this side was empty, but it seemed like someone was over there. I immediately went that way, being careful not to get caught.

“Please! Please… stop it! I’m not a slave!”
“Hehe, the slave is noisy. It looks like she needs proper education.”

There was no one in the hallway, and those sounds were coming from inside the room. I immediately used the gap in the door to carefully look inside.

“Please…! Please! I was just kidnapped! I didn’t commit any crimes! Sob! Don’t do this! Please let me go!”
“Yes, cry more.”

—Slap!

“Aaaaaah…!”

To put it nicely, it was an SM club, and to put it badly, a woman was being tortured. The scene I glimpsed inside was exactly that.

A naked woman was tied up. And a man was brutally whipping her. It wasn’t a whip for enjoying such play, but a murderous whip made for punishing criminals.

—Whack!

Blood splattered, and screams erupted.

“Sob…! Please! Please…! I’m not a slave…”
“Hehe! Criminals all say that. Shamelessly, it seems like she still hasn’t repented.”

The woman was appealing her innocence, begging that she had been kidnapped. On the other hand, the man didn’t even pretend to listen and whipped her.

“…”

That… hmm…

She’s claiming she was kidnapped, but the truth is unknown.

Criminals are shameless, so until the moment they’re caught, they shout that they’re innocent. But in reality, people who are truly innocent also say they’re innocent when something unfair happens.

I can’t judge the truth right now.

It’s just suspicious, not evidence.

If it’s true that the woman was kidnapped, that man should be chopped into pieces, but if that woman was truly a criminal who became a slave and was sold, it’s her just deserts.

—Whack!
“Aaaaaaah!!”

Let’s just move on.

I can’t know for now.

Sangulla seemed to be legally procuring slaves for disguise or whatever.

Quickly gathering other information and uncovering the truth will be more helpful in freeing the innocent people imprisoned here.

—Creak.

At that time, I heard a sound like someone pulling a cart from over there, so I quickly went out to a nearby window and hung on. As a result of checking, there was no sign of anyone outside the building.

—Aaaaaaah!
—Rattle rattle rattle.

The sound of the cart was drowned out by the screams.

The cart was approaching right in front of me. Is there anything that would require a cart here? Like home service or something? While thinking that, I carefully raised my head and checked inside the window.

—Rattle rattle rattle.

The cart was going over there.

I could see the back of the worker pulling the cart, and inside the cart, I could vaguely see something like a bloody person’s arm… No, what the hell?

What is that?

I couldn’t see it properly because it was the back, but a person’s arm was sticking out of the cart. As soon as I realized that, I suppressed my voice and went inside, tailing the worker pulling the cart.

—Rattle rattle rattle.

Following him, it was certain.
A fresh corpse was in the cart.

“Haaam.”

The worker yawned, unaware that I was tailing him, and pulled the cart while looking straight ahead. What the hell is that… a corpse coming out? From this 5th floor? Soon, the worker turned the corner. I followed that as well, tracking him to the end.

The structure of the 5th floor was more complex than I had imagined.

The worker moved very skillfully, pulling the cart. I constantly checked the location of the windows while conducting the tracking.

How long had I moved?

—Swish.

The worker, who had stopped at a dead end, tapped the wall, and then, —click. I heard that sound, and the right wall opened. It only opened as much as the size of a book, and there was something like a lever inside.

—Click.

The worker pulled it.

—Rumble rumble rumble.

With that, the dead end opened.

…There was a secret passage.

The dead end opened, but it didn’t reveal a path leading anywhere. What appeared was a hole that looked like a `garbage chute`.

—Thump.

The worker brought the cart to the hole and dropped the contents down the chute. —Thump, thump. The corpse made that sound as it fell. After confirming that, I immediately turned around and quickly walked to the window far away and hung on. The window was a bit far because I had come deep inside.

Anyway, they’re disposing of the corpse through a secret hole… this smells fishy.

—Creak.

After some time, the sound of the cart began to approach. Looking at it, the worker was going back the way he came. I continued to wait, and at the right timing, I went back inside and returned to that dead end.

—Dead end.

There were no traces of blood, as if the worker had cleaned it up.

—Knock knock.

I imitated the worker’s actions and tapped the wall.

—Click.

Then, the lid opened, and the lever appeared. As soon as I pulled it, —rumble. The path opened.

A strong smell of blood.

The `garbage chute` was soaked with blood and small pieces of flesh, and a very familiar scent of blood wafted from below. Roughly estimating the height… it seemed like it was connected to the basement.

I don’t know what it is, but a corpse came out of the 5th floor, this corpse chute was secretly installed, and a worker who seemed extremely familiar with this work threw the corpse into this chute.

And the corpse fell to the basement.

This was beyond suspicious, it was murderous.

Of course, there might be cases where a legally purchased slave is killed while being punished, but it’s strange to do such a thing in this space, and it’s also suspicious that there’s a professional corpse disposal team.

Could it be that they’re using slaves who were criminals to provide a place for legal killing entertainment for perverted rich people?

—Providing a place where they can kill the purchased slaves as much as they want.

This might be a bizarre story, but if they’re using slaves who were criminals, it might be morally reprehensible, but it’s not something that deserves punishment. Since the slaves are heinous criminals, the owner has the right to decide their life or death.

That’s the world.

Only if it’s `legal`.

If they were illegally kidnapping people and driving the victims into that killing entertainment… they’re heretics on par with the Belgians.

I’ll have to kill them all.