A tall, muscular youth opened the door, with two modifications on his body: a sturdy shrimp shell arranged in layers on his back, and his left hand replaced with a long fishbone spike.
"Are there any more slaves?"
Octopus Leg spoke quickly, "Before the storm, we saw a useless man on the seashore without any modifications. He couldn't have gone far in the storm."
Barlow wasn't interested, "No one wants a useless man, even if we catch him."
"We can modify him ourselves. If he survives, his price will immediately rise, a huge profit! If he doesn't survive, he's a useless man anyway, it wouldn't matter if he died."
Barlow thought the hope was slim, "If he could withstand the transformation, he would have done it already. But we have nothing else to do, let's grab him and see."
