Chapter 67
The young man in work clothes said with a ferocious face, hitting the iron cage with a wrist-thick iron rod. After hearing this voice, the people who were crying just now covered their mouths one after another, and dared not cry out even if they were scared. The ferocious staff nodded with satisfaction. Then he walked towards Charlotte. Because only Charlotte was snoring slightly in the whole audience. Even if it was very light, it could be clearly heard in this quiet space. The ferocious staff came to the iron cage where Charlotte was imprisoned, and saw Charlotte sleeping so sweetly, and couldn't help but curse inwardly. "Damn kid, get up, are you sleeping? I haven't slept yet, why are you sleeping?"
Dang! Ding Ding!
The staff with a ferocious face knocked on the iron cage with an iron rod to wake up Charlotte, but no matter how he knocked, Charlotte didn't move at all and was still snoring slightly.
"Damn it! You dare to ignore my words, do you want to die?"
The ferocious staff didn't knock on the iron cage, but directly put the iron rod into the cage and poked Charlotte hard.
He poked several times on his face and stomach without mercy, but Charlotte was not affected at all, and was still snoring slightly in the cage.
"Damn it! You bastard, wake up and don't sleep!"
The staff member was obviously arguing with Charlotte, and madly hit Charlotte with the iron rod.
But Charlotte still didn't react at all.
"Damn it!"
The staff member with a ferocious face had red eyes and was madly calling out to Charlotte.
The people in the entire warehouse were terrified, fearing that the murderer had not vented his anger on that man and would vent it on them.
"Jonah! Butler Fei is here! Go there!"
A voice came from outside the warehouse, waking up the ferocious staff member who was torturing Charlotte.
After hearing the words inside, the staff member named Jonah put down the iron bar in his hand fiercely and walked out of the warehouse.
Everyone in the warehouse breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after Jonah left, the crying sounded again.
And the longer the crying sounded, the more people started crying.
This made Charlotte, who was sleeping, frown slightly, as if she had a nightmare.
She nodded gently.
But just this moment, everyone around looked at Charlotte.
They were all horrified in their hearts.
How could they not be shocked that he was beaten so many times by that hateful man and acted like nothing happened?
But Charlotte just hummed and continued to sleep in a different position.
The Red Earl next door was also sleeping very soundly, but his sleeping posture was much more elegant than Charlotte's.
He had a strong aristocratic style.
In the entire warehouse, only these two people were out of tune with the people in the warehouse.
"Manager Fei, you called me!"
Jonah bowed and came to Manager Fei's office and said flatteringly.
"Here! These are the slaves to be auctioned tomorrow. You should be prepared. The people who come to the auction tomorrow are all princes and nobles. Mr. Mayor will also come. Don't let me down." Manager Fei handed Jonah a list, which was the list of slaves to be auctioned tomorrow.
Among them were Charlotte and the Red Earl.
But it was not their names but their numbers.
They were No. 98 and No. 99 respectively!
These numbers correspond to the numbers of those iron cages.
Jonah took the list carefully and looked at it.
"No problem! Don't worry! I promise to make it clear for you."
Jonah said with assurance.
"Okay, okay! You go down!"
Manager Fei said with a smile, and then waved his hand.
"Yes!"
Jonah slowly backed out.
After walking out of the office and closing the door, Jonah breathed a sigh of relief.
He took the list and went out.
He needed to check the slaves on the list to make sure they were all alive.
From number one to one hundred, there were a total of one hundred slaves to be auctioned.
These were all to be sent to the auction house, and there could be no gaps.
When checking ninety-eight, Jonah saw the person who had just made him angry.
Charlotte was still sleeping in the iron cage.
"Hmph! Wait until tomorrow to become a slave!"
Jonah looked at another person after he finished speaking.
He didn't want to waste his breath on such a person.
After all the slaves were checked
, Jonah walked out of the warehouse contentedly.
Then the warehouse returned to silence.
Then those who were going to be auctioned began to cry softly.
The atmosphere in the warehouse was extremely depressing.
This made Charlotte frown deeply when he was sleeping, and he was very unhappy.
If Charlotte woke up, he would know that it was his own observation color that was causing trouble again, and he was easily led by the strong emotions nearby.
Originally, Charlotte thought he had it under control, because as long as one person had very strong emotions, it would affect Charlotte's emotions.
But as he got older, this problem of being easily affected by emotions became weaker and weaker, and would no longer be affected by personal emotions.
But everyone in this warehouse had been suppressed for a long time, and the emotions they burst out were not comparable to one or two people.
Charlotte was affected again.
But because Charlotte was drunk and sleeping, this influence was transmitted to Charlotte's dream.
Now Charlotte's dream made him very uncomfortable, because his dream was full of despair and wailing, which made him very uncomfortable.
In the outside world.
Rear Admiral Wells finally waited for Blue to wake up and sent him back to the shore.
"Admiral Steel! I'm sorry, I lost Charlotte!"
Wells said to Den Den Mushi with a guilty look on his face.
In the Admiral's office of the Navy Headquarters, after hearing this, Steel·Kong looked at Den Den Mushi with a gloomy face.
"It's okay! You must ensure your own safety when you continue to search. Don't get close to Charlotte. Just monitor from a distance!"
Steel·Kong looked at Den Den Mushi and said.
"Yes!"
Wells replied.
After Wells finished speaking, Steel·Kong hung up the phone.
Den Den Mushi returned to its original state.
Wells carefully put the Den Den Mushi away and stuffed it into his arms.
Now he needs to find Charlotte's location, otherwise he can't even find it, let alone monitor it.
Because it was a secret surveillance, Wells didn't dare to ask around.
He could only search street by street.
But nothing was found.
Wells even called his men together and asked them if they had seen Charlotte.
As a result, everyone replied that they had not seen Charlotte.
Wells had no choice but to disperse his men to search together. As for the pirates following Charlotte, they were not important at all.
The most important thing was Charlotte.
Just like that, because they did not dare to make a big fuss, Wells and his more than 30 plainclothes navy searched for an afternoon.
It was dark but they still did not find him.
"Where should we go back?"
Wells sat in front of a teahouse with more than 30 men thinking.
