"Get over there!"
"Get inside!"
"If you won't go, you'll die!"
The rumors about the Nineteenth Mine Pit clearly weren't a secret to most of the Patrol Inspectors.
At the bottom of the mine, there was still some distance to go before reaching the designated Nineteenth Mine Area. The Patrol Inspectors who had been escorting the Forced Laborers suddenly stopped moving forward.
Blades slid from their sheaths. One gleaming blade after another, accompanied by shouted reprimands, forced the Forced Laborers into the Nineteenth Mine Area.
Chu Mu had stopped long ago. He watched everything with indifference, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"My lord, please have mercy on this humble one!"
"I have old parents above me and young children below me. There are eight people in my family, and they're all counting on me!"
An elderly laborer plopped to his knees in front of him, seized the hem of Chu Mu's trousers, and begged bitterly.
Chu Mu had an excellent memory, so he naturally recognized the old laborer before him. He was the old man who had repeatedly made small requests of Chu Mu when Chu Mu had once guarded the mine.
At this time of year, by all rights, the old man should have completed his half-year term of Forced Labor long ago...
The reason clearly wasn't difficult to discern.
The old man begged bitterly. Chu Mu watched the pitiful old man before him with indifference, saying nothing—not even offering words of comfort.
"Squad Leader!"
"Brother Mu!"
Several Patrol Inspectors approached from the side. They did nothing, seemingly waiting for Chu Mu's order.
Chu Mu waved his hand, looking plainly dispirited.
"Go!"
"Get up!"
Several Patrol Inspectors swarmed forward, shouting as they dragged the old man away. Then they directly threw him into the Nineteenth Mine Area.
"Brother