As Guna spoke, her voice grew lower; after all, what she was doing was tantamount to betraying her husband, and there was still some resistance in her heart.

Wang Dadong naturally knew that Guna didn’t have that sort of disease, but if Guna didn’t have a husband, he might not refuse such a delicious offering at his door, especially since today Zemalia was inconvenient.

But knowing that Guna had a husband, and children too, made him really hesitant to act.

Wang Dadong motioned for Guna to sit down on a stool, then said, "Guna, I didn’t tell you about your family’s news, not because I don’t want to, or because I want any payment from you, but because I really don’t have any information on them yet. Please be patient; there will definitely be news."

Guna gritted her teeth and looked at Wang Dadong, as if trying to see something in his eyes.

But Wang Dadong’s eyes were very clear; she couldn’t see anything.

"Why...why are you helping me..." Guna asked faintly.

Wang Dadong was a bit speechless. Wasn’t it you who asked me to help you? Now you’re asking why I’m helping you.

Still, he knew why Guna asked him this. He sighed and said, "If I said it was out of sympathy, would you believe me?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Guna lowered her head, not answering.

Sympathy?

Can a devil have sympathy?

Wang Dadong seemed to see through what Guna was thinking, smiled, and said, "Maybe even a devil has moments of softness. Go back and wait for my news."

Guna nodded, then slowly turned and left Wang Dadong’s room.

Watching that tempting back, Wang Dadong felt a bit troubled.

Dammit, why am I so upright?

Although Wang Dadong had Zemalia’s company every day during this time, men are naturally creatures who like novelty.

They enjoy exploring new things.

As for Zemalia, Wang Dadong knew her too well, to the point of some aesthetic fatigue.

If he could get past his moral hurdle, he might have considered those female slaves.

After all, the female slaves that Sister Ruhua sent over were quite good-looking...

The next day, after Wang Dadong had breakfast, he took Guna to patrol the farm and suddenly saw several laborers being forced at gunpoint by guards wearing gas masks to jump into a big pit.

Every laborer had a look of despair on their faces, including that eighteen-year-old girl.

"What is happening?" Wang Dadong called Aman over to ask him what was going on.

"It’s like this, sir. They’ve all contracted the plague and must be buried. Otherwise, if they infect others, it would be a big problem." Guna translated Aman’s words.

Wang Dadong’s face changed at this.

Getting sick was normal on this farm, but sick slaves should be treated.

"They’re sick; why not let a doctor treat them?" Wang Dadong frowned and asked.

"The doctor checked them and said it’s a highly contagious plague, very difficult to treat, so...," Aman didn’t finish, but Wang Dadong understood what was happening.

Since it’s difficult to treat, might as well not treat them.

The people numbly walked towards the pit knowing they would be buried alive, as they had seen sick laborers buried before.

They knew their fate and had accepted it.

"@#%...*&" Suddenly, an old woman broke through the guards and rushed towards Wang Dadong.

"Courting death!" The guard wearing the gas mask immediately raised his gun, ready to shoot the woman.

"Stop!" Wang Dadong stopped the guard.

The woman was a Myanmar native, kneeling before Wang Dadong, continuously kowtowing and speaking in Burmese.

"She’s that girl’s mother; she says her daughter doesn’t have the plague and begs you to save her." Guna translated.

At this time, the guards had already begun to fill the pit with dirt.

The slaves huddled together, awaiting death.

"Stop!" Wang Dadong went over.

"@#%&*" Aman quickly grabbed Wang Dadong and handed him a gas mask.

But Wang Dadong didn’t take the mask and walked directly over.

"Don’t go over there. Even if an administrator gets the plague, they will...," Guna tried to stop Wang Dadong.

Not because she cared about Wang Dadong, but because if he died, there would be no one to help her find news of her family.

But Wang Dadong already stood by the pit and directly jumped in.

The guards looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

After all, Wang Dadong was an administrator.

He couldn’t be executed casually.

Wang Dadong reached out and took the pulse of those who supposedly contracted the plague, frowning slightly.

Then he jumped out of the pit and said to the guards, "Call the doctor for me?"

In less than ten minutes, a man in a white coat with dark circles under his eyes came over, yawning as he walked.

He looked as if he hadn’t woken up yet.

Wang Dadong could tell at a glance that the man was an addict.

"Are you the one who diagnosed them with the plague?" Wang Dadong asked coldly.

"Yeah," the man replied, yawning.

Wang Dadong said nothing further and kicked the man into the pit.

The man rolled into the pit, his face changing drastically, immediately trying to climb out, but the laborers in the pit surrounded him, and he was met with a barrage of punches and kicks.

This was the man who diagnosed them with the plague, which led to their fate of being buried alive; naturally, they hated him.

"Stop, stop! Or I’ll shoot!" The guard aimed the gun at the people in the pit.

But those people, already prepared for the despair of death, ignored him.

The guard’s eyes darkened as he pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang!

The gunfire erupted, but it didn’t hit the slaves; it shot into the air.

At the critical moment, Wang Dadong grabbed the gun barrel and forcibly twisted the muzzle towards the sky.

The guard immediately let go of the trigger.

"This quack deserves to die!" Wang Dadong said coldly.

Everyone looked at Wang Dadong, not knowing why he said this.

"They don’t have the plague; they just have a cold," Wang Dadong said with a cold humph.

Aman came over.

"Sir, are they really just suffering from a cold and not the plague?" Guna translated Aman’s words.

Wang Dadong glanced at Aman lightly and said, "Would I joke with my life?"

Aman thought for a moment and then had those laborers, who were about to be buried alive, taken out, but the doctor was trampled to death.

"@@#%...," The woman kowtowed repeatedly to Wang Dadong, her face streaming with tears of excitement.

"She says thank you for saving Amei," Guna translated the woman’s words.

Amei was the name of that girl.