Blood had been spilled along the mountain road. As he followed the path, corpses in ragged clothes could be seen everywhere, their seeping blood gathering with the slope of the mountain and flowing downhill like spring water.
The chaos in town was clearly not hard to notice up here on the mountain. As Chu Mu went up, squads of Patrol Inspectors heading down crossed paths with him, all obviously mobilized because of the turmoil in town.
He wore Patrol Inspector armor, carried a Patrol Inspector waist token, and was heading up the mountain besides. In such a situation, no one paid any attention to Chu Mu's presence.
If possible, Chu Mu felt that unless he could already crush that White-Robed Man, he would rather throw away this Patrol Inspector skin than set foot on this Mine again.
But right now, the faint suspicion in his heart made Chu Mu far too uneasy. If he did not confirm a thing or two, the consequences seemed far too terrifying.
When weighing two harms, one chose the lesser. With the chaos as it was now, coming to the Mine should be far less harmful.
After passing through the blood-soaked mountain road, he finally stepped onto the summit. It was still a field of red, and as he looked around, he could still see quite a few Forced Laborers fleeing.
Amid the blood that could be seen everywhere, there were also a considerable number of Forced Laborers who, beneath bright, gleaming blades, knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands.
"Brother Mu, over here!"
As Chu Mu was looking around, a shout came from not far away. Following the sound, several familiar faces entered his sight.
"Squad Leader!"
"Squad Leader!"
Several Patrol Inspectors saluted one after another. Chu Mu nodded, swept his