Very soon—
Each slave had a Level 2 pickaxe in hand. Perhaps because this time the mining site was outdoors, the Train Captain stood nearby overseeing the work personally. Every slave worked extremely hard, rolling up their sleeves and swinging down heavily on the protruding iron ore.
In an instant.
The darkness was filled with the heavy panting of the slaves.
The next moment!
In the night, Chen Mang turned up the volume on the external sound system to its maximum from the control panel. An extremely explosive DJ track blasted in the ears of every slave. Following this, a woman stood on the slave car, twisting her body rhythmically under dim lights.
The lighting was relatively dim, making it difficult to clearly see the woman's figure. Yet it was precisely this sense of blur that lent a unique absurd and desolate aesthetic amidst the lonely darkness.
"See that old hen?!"
