SURVIVORS

Chaptre 255. Slave Seller

"Mr Mustafa?" confused muttering.

'Didn't this master just come back from the city they were going to? Wretch! I mischecked someone else's wagon!'

Leon drowned for a moment. Mr. Ammar just introduced the members of his caravan to Mustafa. And he ruined the rich merchant's good name.

Leon could only look down regretting his recklessness. Jane reminded him.

"Tell me what you mean by the charge of me kidnapping your friend." Mustafa's voice is flat n sharp.

But according to Leon, the man was not completely calm. He seemed to be trying hard not to show his emotions.

"Sorry sir. I was wrong. After seeing you, I'm sure it wasn't you who kidnapped my friend."

Leon said in a weak voice. He looked down and truly regretted having falsely accused.

"Your friend's been kidnapped? When?" search Mustafa relax.

"I saw him in the cage of one of the carts. At the last stop, before coming here. Yesterday night. That's why after seeing you, I know I've mistakenly accused you. I'm sorry."

Leon said what he knew was honest. He even regretted, for not recognizing his friend immediately and helping him run the night before.

"If I help you to see the whole wagon here, can you recognize it?" ask Mustafa.

Leon immediately raised his bowed head. Leon looked at him with a look of disbelief.

"I can recognize him! Are you willing to help me?" leon's eyes twinkled.

"Help you? Nah! I'll help your friend!" said firmly.

The man immediately stood up and put on his coat quickly.

"Come on!" yells.

"Yes!"

Leon walked in the back, accompanying Mustafa. The guards and 2 guards followed them.

By relying on his name and power, Mustafa could see all the carts parked in the open field.

Almost 2 hours checking, but the wagon Leon was referring to was not found. Leon's getting anxious. Mustafa was unable to contain his emotions.

He sent more guards to check outside the area.

Leon somewhat did not understand why Mr. Mustafa became so emotional. And his guards instantly scattered in all directions, examining him more thoroughly.

I heard footsteps running...

"Master! There...! There's a wagon trying to leave!" shouted one of the guards.

"Cursue! I want to know who dares to fight me!" Shouted Mustafa wrathfully.

Leon.

'Shouldn't I be the one getting angry, here?' thought.

Mustafa ran in pursuit with the sword in his hand. Leon also ran behind Mustafa.

The vast field was in a frenzy this midnight. Everyone get out and be on guard. Do not let any thief take advantage of the commotion.

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Among all the people, Jane, who had not slept as much, sat on the wagon and looked down lethargic. He could clearly hear the words of the chase, and the slaying being shouted and the clattering of running feet.

His tears trickled in imagining Leon being chased and beaten by a squad of bodyguards. Hugged the blanket tighter, to gain strength. His body trembled withstanding the outpouring of fear and sadness of his heart.

'That good guy. In order to help people, he was willing to sacrifice himself.... Can I still see it later?' inner Jane.

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Somewhere else...

Mustafa's bodyguards managed to approach the fleeing wagon in the night blind. There were 2 covered wagons that were shoved because they were brought to run quickly.

Mustafa continued to chase from behind.

"Sir, this is your horse."

His guard followed with a horse and another horse. Mustafa immediately went up and pounded his horse to catch 2 carts that kept trying to escape.

"Haizz. It's like a snail just running," he lamented with a heavy breath.

Mustafa and his guards were getting further and further from view.

"Well, it can't be pursued anymore."

Leon shook his head in annoyance, and waited anxiously there. His eyes continued to lead to the road, where Mustafa disappeared.

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On the front line....

A bodyguard of Mustafa finally pushed the powerful wagon which continued to be forced to flee. The cart tilted to the left and

Brakk! Falling hard on the ground, before being dragged by a horse that eventually also fell to the muddy ground, then stopped.

"Hold him!" shout Mustafa.

He and his riding guard chased the front wagon trying to keep running. The running speed of a horse without a cart was clearly different from that of a weight-pulling horse up ahead there.

Mustafa caught up with him quickly. Together with his guards, they blocked the horse's pace and brandished a sword.

The horse in the wagon neighed and lifted his foot up. He stopped suddenly looking at the sparkle of the sword under the moonlight. The driver, who was controlling the wagon, fell to the ground.

"Fucking horse!"

A swearing came out of his mouth as he tried to get up.

A sharp sword had stuck to his neck. Makes him silent for a moment. But not for long.

Upon seeing Mustafa sitting on his horse, it seemed as if his courage had risen.

"What are you guys doing? Wanna rob?" accusation angry.

"Why did you leave in the middle of the night?" ask Mustafa coldly.

"Is there a rule to come and go at what time?" yells fiercely.

Mustafa sneers. He did not believe the fake expression that person had shown. Held a horse and approached the covered wagon.

"Hey, what are you doing? You have no right to check my things!" his screams were about to hinder Mustafa.

Yet another guard had arrived and immediately searched and subdued him. He was told to kneel on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. But he continued to curse, and only stopped after being hit by the bodyguards.

"Your mouth is dirty!" said sebal.

Mustafa revealed the cover of the wagon. Right, it's a cage like Leon said. But there was no Silvia in there. Where's she? But Mustafa still found the bracelet that Leon said was tucked between the wooden floors.

Mustafa. He recognized the bracelet as one of the gifts he had ever given. Mustafa turned around with a flushed face.

"If you love your life, say it! You leave it to who my wife is?!"

The man's face pias.

'Wife? Didn't I buy a slave that a mistress sold?' thought.

Mustafa showed the bracelet in his hand to the man.

'Oh, no! I tricked that damn woman. He wants to get rid of his rival and drag me into trouble!' thought panic.

"Your chance is only one time. So think carefully about your answer!" mustafa said coldly.

"A lady sold her slave to me. I didn't know she was your wife. I sold it to one of the merchants there this afternoon." Said honest.

That man doesn't dare to mess around anymore. His neck skin was already sliced and bleeding every time he spoke. He's dealing with the wrong guy. This man must be a powerful man.

"Show me the guy!"

Mustafa's guards took the man up on his horse. Together with Mustafa, they returned to the field where the car park wagon.

"Bring them back!" the guard shouted from the horse.

"Good!" answer the guards there.

They directed the 2 carts to return to the field. The driver who carried the cart to the upside down had also been snatched. And sure enough, there were still 2 small children inside that cage.

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