The slaves in the Paper Making Building also harmed one another. To obtain more resources, they would even fight to the death in secret.
But all of this happened where the Formal Disciples could not see. Even when someone died, it would not cause such a great commotion.
Now, however, things were different. In just a few days, quite a few people had been skinned alive, leaving every slave in the Paper Making Building on tenterhooks.
Old Dog Wang, however, thought nothing of it.
He was a veteran slave who had stayed in the Paper Making Building for several years. Having held on from when he was a newcomer until now, Old Dog Wang naturally had his own rules for staying alive.
They were actually quite simple: protect himself wisely whenever trouble arose, and avoid getting involved in anything he could leave alone. Put bluntly, he survived by being a coward!
Only by muddling through could one steal a living.
Old Dog Wang was an old hand. After finishing the work in his hands, he headed outside, taking advantage of this rare bit of free time to stretch his body.
However, just as he stepped out of the machine room, he collided head-on with a soft, warm body.
"Ah..."
A woman cried out in alarm and fell to the ground before she could react.
Her already-worn hemp dress had torn, revealing a patch of snowy, delicate skin. Even a man like Old Dog Wang could not help taking a few extra glances.
"Brother Wang, you hurt me."
The woman looked aggrieved. A bloody scratch had appeared on her originally fair arm.
Old Dog Wang came to his senses and hurried forward. "So it's the new Sister Xiao. It's all Big Brother's fault. Let me apologize to you."
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