Chapter 2050: Chapter 2048: Slave Uprising

Seeing the girl gobbling down her food, Wang Dadong felt an inexplicable pang of sadness in his heart.

From the girl’s emaciated body, it was obvious that what she usually ate was probably not even as good as pig slop.

Now that there was braised pork to eat, it was as if she had stepped into heaven.

"Don’t rush, eat slowly, it’s all yours..." Wang Dadong signaled that she didn’t need to hurry.

But the girl didn’t understand what he was saying, and thought he was telling her to stop eating, looking at Wang Dadong pitifully and not daring to move.

Wang Dadong shook his head helplessly, using his hand to gesture at her to continue eating.

The girl immediately resumed devouring the food heartily.

Wang Dadong was neither hungry nor thirsty, and since he had just fought with Zemalia, he didn’t bother the girl.

In truth, he simply couldn’t bring himself to.

He helped the girl put her clothes back on and then had the kitchen prepare more braised pork to be brought over.

After she finished every bit of the braised pork in the basin, the girl contentedly patted her belly, her expression as though she’d die happy at that moment.

"Xie...Xie..." The girl, now full, managed to say thank you to Wang Dadong in Huaxia language.

Though not very standard, it was indeed Huaxia language, showing she was genuinely grateful to Wang Dadong.

After all, this was the first time she’d encountered such a kind administrator.

Then the atmosphere turned somewhat awkward.

With no way to communicate due to the language barrier, there was no way to converse.

Not knowing what to do, the girl thought of taking her clothes off again.

Because she didn’t know of any other way to thank Wang Dadong.

Moreover, having been brought here by Aman, she originally expected to...

Wang Dadong was a bit speechless, really wanting to tell her, "Sister, don’t undress so easily, it’s still kind of cold."

Unfortunately, she couldn’t understand him at all.

It took quite an effort before he finally got her to understand his meaning.

Wang Dadong didn’t let the girl leave, but instead let her rest in his room.

The next day, Wang Dadong formally entered into management mode.

The area he was in charge of was about two thousand acres, with a total of eight hundred laborers. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Only when he saw the laborers’ work firsthand did Wang Dadong realize how miserable their situation was, worse even than being in prison.

And they were subjected to whipping at the slightest provocation.

They were no different from slaves in ancient times.

It’s hard to imagine that in this harmonious era, such things could still happen.

All of it because of the Devil’s Den.

Not only were they engaged in the most evil activities, but they also enslaved a large number of impoverished people to work for them, absolutely heinous.

Wang Dadong wanted nothing more than to destroy this den of demons immediately.

Although this farm was shocking, judging by the amount of drugs flowing from the Golden Triangle each year, such farms were likely not the only ones.

It would be best to be able to eradicate all drug production locations in one fell swoop.

But the locations of these farms were mostly secret, and without a guide, they were impossible to find.

Therefore, Wang Dadong couldn’t act rashly for now.

Once the adversaries became aware, there’d be no way he could find the other farms.

Not to mention the safety of Hao Wentao couldn’t be ignored.

The laborers, upon seeing Wang Dadong, appeared evidently frightened, as if he were some kind of terrifying monster.

In their eyes, there was also an intense hatred hidden.

Wang Dadong prepared to go deep among the laborers, but was stopped by Aman.

Because Guna was hurt, no one was able to interpret for Wang Dadong, and Aman babbled on in a language he didn’t understand.

Not wanting to bother, Wang Dadong simply walked straight ahead.

Seeing that he couldn’t stop Wang Dadong, Aman attempted to hand over his own gun to him.

"No need." Wang Dadong waved it off, not taking Aman’s gun.

In fact, Aman wanted to tell Wang Dadong not to venture into the poppy fields, as they were very dangerous.

The laborers harbored deep hatred toward administrators and often hid in the poppy fields to launch attacks on the administrators and guards.

Many administrators and guards died on the farms every year.

In the beginning, guards didn’t carry guns, but now they were equipped with heavy machine guns precisely to prevent laborers from killing the guards.

Wang Dadong was aware of such scenarios but remained unafraid.

If a few slaves could kill him, he wouldn’t deserve the title of King of Mercenaries.

Walking with his hands behind his back, Wang Dadong strolled into the poppy fields.

The poppy flowers came in over a hundred varieties, each differing in color.

The region he was responsible for mainly had red poppy flowers.

At present, the poppies were in bloom, vibrantly stunning, as if the earth had been dyed with blood.

The tallest poppies could reach over one and a half meters, making it easy for a person to remain hidden if they crouched slightly.

Even guards with guns were reluctant to venture deep into the poppy fields.

For within lurked possible ambushes by hidden laborers.

These laborers had an inherent hatred for the guards and wouldn’t show mercy if given a chance.

As Wang Dadong entered the poppy fields, he could feel the murderous intent in the eyes of the laborers toiling away.

If they weren’t so close to the guards right now, violence might have already erupted.

But Wang Dadong, fearless, ventured deeper, seemingly courting death.

Laborers quietly began trailing Wang Dadong as he walked further in.

Ultimately, at a sufficient distance, seven or eight laborers emerged from the poppy bush, each wielding a sickle, their expressions fierce and menacing.

In an instant, Wang Dadong found himself with seven or eight sickles at his throat.

Facing the sharp blades, Wang Dadong showed no fear on his face.

The group didn’t kill him immediately but instead started discussing how to deal with him.

Some suggested killing him outright; others thought to take him as a hostage, hoping it might allow them to leave this wretched place.

Listening to their discussion, Wang Dadong realized one of them was actually a Huaxia person.

With a Huaxia person involved, it would be easier to handle.

He immediately addressed the Huaxia person, saying, "Believe me, even if you capture me as a hostage, once you walk out, they’ll ruthlessly shoot you down."

Although he appeared to be an administrator, to the BOSS, he was still a slave, albeit a more advanced one. They wouldn’t care about his life or death.

He was sure if he tried to escape, the guards would shoot him down along with anyone trying.

He was effectively under house arrest.

"Then we’ll kill you here and now!" The Huaxia man in the group coldly stated; they knew Wang Dadong spoke the truth. There had been attempts to escape by holding an administrator hostage, only for the guards at the entrance to indiscriminately kill both the administrator and the escapees.

Hearing this, Wang Dadong simply laughed and said, "What difference does it make if you kill me? Won’t there just be another administrator to replace me?"