The first stall had no mutants.

A chubby crew member glanced at the filthy bunch and casually tossed out a piece of moldy bread.

Immediately, several slaves scrambled over, fighting for it.

A few crew members sneered disdainfully, laughing, "They're just like dogs! Eat slowly, if you choke to death, we lose out. They look like they're reincarnated from starving ghosts."