Jiang Ping An's formidable strength made him quick at finding ore. At last, before the day to turn in the ore arrived, he had scraped together two jin of Purple Crystal Divine Stone.
At the thought of handing over the divine stones he had painstakingly mined to the enemy Wildsea Royal Clan, he felt thoroughly displeased.
For now, he could only swallow his pride and endure, doing everything possible to escape. Only then would he have a chance to take revenge in the future.
The mine owner, Zhuo YongQiang, counted the Purple Crystal Divine Stones turned in this month. Once he finished, his expression eased considerably.
This month's output was three times that of last month.
"Pah! You really are nothing but a pack of beasts. If no one cracks the whip over you, you don't know how to work hard."
Zhuo YongQiang spat at the nearest person, then pulled five people out of his inner world.
The five were covered in blood and barely clinging to life.
Jiang Ping An recognized one of them. It was Pang Lin, the Young Master of the Sea Demon Sect.
Zhuo YongQiang stepped on Pang Lin's head and stood atop the platform, looking down at the slave miners below. "This mine owner has already emphasized that anyone caught trying to escape will be executed on the spot."
"This idiot still dared to defy this mine owner's orders and attempted to flee."
"According to the mine's rules, execute them!"
As he spoke, he kicked Pang Lin and the others before the Frost Lion Hound.
Pang Lin wailed and begged, "Please spare me! Give me one more chance! I'll never run again, ah—"
The Frost Lion Hound pinned Pang Lin's body beneath one paw, opened its huge maw, and tore off half his body, chewing