Chapitre 162: CHAPTER 126: THE COLD HANDS OF DEATH I

EARTH 39

NORTH AMERICA BLOC

USA

A man somewhere in New York after finishing his work today, toss his suitcase onto the bed of the hotel room.

Loosening his ties, he quickly unties it and throws it to the floor. Sooner or later the slaves will pick it up.

He already had his mod soured with the freed slaves working as the supervisor of the housekeeping department of this hotel.

He nearly cancels his reservation but since the company has already booked him the suite he would just endure it.

This new waves of the freed slaves in America is a worrying trend

'Millennials' he muttered in derision.

He is impatient to wash himself on a hot Jacuzzi after a hard day of negotiating with upper management of the new Evolver slave company that wanted to move their product across the U.S – Mexico border.