Macy May stared at Hunter Carter's face, her beautiful eyes almost spitting fire. She bit down hard on her pearly teeth and said with hatred, "Take him up for me. I want to give him a proper reception!"

　　Grace Lane and the others were slightly taken aback, not knowing how this man had offended their mistress to make her so angry.

　　More than a hundred Bit people were divided into five groups and locked separately in the lower hold. Before entering, the beautiful female warriors on the ship unlocked the iron chains linking them together and replaced them with individual leg shackles. This allowed them to move freely within a certain range, but made escape impossible. However, the shackles were specially made for the Bit people. Hunter Carter, being tall and long-legged, found them extremely inconvenient; he could only take tiny steps forward each time.

　　The lower hold was fairly spacious, with a skylight inlaid with colored glass overhead. Light streamed in from above, making the scene inside the hold clearly visible.

　　After the hatch was sealed, the Bit people began chattering noisily. Hunter Carter couldn't understand their language at all and huddled alone by the stairs, anxiously guessing at his own unfortunate fate.

　　Suddenly, several Bit people burst out laughing together, their laughter sounding a bit like frogs, which was extremely irritating to the ears.

　　The chubby-headed Bit person suddenly stood up, his small eyes glaring angrily at Hunter Carter. The surrounding Bit people pointed at his right eye, then at Hunter Carter's crotch, laughing so hard they nearly doubled over.

　　Hunter Carter finally understood what they were laughing at. These ignorant fools deserved to be sold; in such a situation, instead of thinking about how to escape, they were mocking their own companion.

　　One Bit person wiggled his butt, making a sound with his lips like farting, then pointed at the chubby-headed dwarf.

　　The chubby-headed dwarf's face turned a purplish-black from shame and anger.

　　Hunter Carter secretly groaned in his heart. Could this chubby-headed dwarf really be so unlucky? Did he just happen to smell it when I farted?

　　The chubby-headed dwarf's straw-like hair stood up one by one. Suddenly, he let out a furious roar and charged at Hunter Carter like a cannonball.

　　Hunter Carter had been on full alert since the moment he stood up. Quick-eyed and deft-handed, he grabbed the chubby-headed dwarf's hair in one swift motion. The dwarf's limbs were short, and though his arms were thick, no matter how he flailed, he couldn't touch Hunter Carter at all.

　　Seeing their companion at a disadvantage, the Bit people's team spirit was instantly aroused. More than thirty Bit people stood up almost simultaneously, scrambling to rush at Hunter Carter.

　　For a moment, dust filled the lower hold and the sound of scuffling was incessant. Although Hunter Carter was tall and strong, surrounded and attacked by these short Bit people, all he could do was take a beating.

　　In his desperation, the numbness in his tongue suddenly faded, and Hunter Carter shouted loudly, "Fuck your ancestors! If you have the guts, come at me one by one..." Before he could finish, the chubby-headed dwarf's rock-hard fist struck him in the crotch.

　　Hunter Carter was in such pain that his knees hit the floor instantly. Fists and big feet rained down on him. Hunter Carter used his hands to protect his crotch, kneeling and lying face down on the floor, trying his best to minimize the Bit people's damage to him.

　　Only when the Bit people were exhausted from beating him did they finally stop. The chubby-headed dwarf, as if regaining his dignity in front of his companions, shook his fat butt and sat down on Hunter Carter's head.

　　The Bit people watched his actions with curiosity.

　　The chubby-headed Bit person raised his thick, short finger and made a shushing gesture. Then, using all his strength, he let out a thunderous, earth-shaking fart in the most malicious way.

　　Hunter Carter was so overwhelmed by the stench that his head spun, and he cursed loudly, "Fuck your ancestors! If you ever fall into my hands, I'll skin you alive and tear out your tendons to vent my hatred..."

Chapter 5 【Hard to Speak Of】 (Part 1)

　　When Hunter Carter was brought before Macy May, almost no one recognized that this battered, bruised, and miserable fellow was the same handsome, strapping man from yesterday.

　　The glaring sunlight made Hunter Carter squint, and the salty sea breeze refreshed his spirits. But immediately, his attention was drawn to the fragrance on the women around him. Ever since William Longman had injected him with a large dose of Sprew, his sense of smell had become extraordinarily sensitive. He could easily distinguish whose scent it was from the fragrance.

　　Following the source of the scent, Hunter Carter saw Macy May sitting gracefully on a carved wooden bench, dressed in a pink silk gown. Her curves were soft and beautiful, her skin as smooth as milk, making Hunter Carter feel dizzy and lightheaded.

　　Macy May wore no socks on her feet, her round ankles openly displayed before Hunter Carter's eyes. Her toes were crystal clear—truly beautiful to the extreme.

　　Macy May looked at Hunter Carter with utter disgust. She had never seen anyone so lecherous; even in such dire straits, he couldn't change his ways.

　　Hunter Carter was lost in his fantasies when, without warning, Macy May threw a sheepskin scroll at him, hitting him squarely on the nose. Although the scroll wasn't heavy, it still stung and made his eyes water.

　　Grace Lane and the other beautiful female warriors couldn't help but snicker.

　　Macy May barked sharply, "Speak! Where exactly did you get this sheepskin scroll?"