Unseen, undercurrents began to surge.
No matter how unwilling Black Spider was, faced with the overwhelming tide before him, there was nothing he could do.
It was a night that felt strangely familiar. Sickles and hammers crossed together, and large numbers of slaves swiftly converged under cover of darkness.
The thunderous crash of someone forcibly kicking open the door jolted Figo awake. Amid the screams of his concubine beside him, a group of slaves rushed in.
"What do you want?!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Figo's voice turned sharp as well.
But the slaves had no intention of wasting words on him. The young man at the front, holding a pitchfork, lunged forward in a single stride and rammed it into Figo's stomach!
The spraying blood made the concubine's screams even more ear-piercing, but it did nothing to hinder the slaves' follow-up actions. In a short while, more farming tools were brought down upon them.
Having accumulated experience and learned from their previous lesson, the Rakshasa Republican Party rose in revolt once more—and this time, they carried things out even more thoroughly.
The same thing was happening at Zhamu's estate.
After all, looking across the entire Smith Kingdom, the largest group of slave owners was precisely this band of lawmakers.
As long as they killed them, they could liberate more slaves and thereby rapidly gather greater strength.
The Rakshasa Republican Party's uprising gained tremendous momentum that night.
In the Smith Kingdom, let alone black nobles—even any black person with a bit of money kept one or two slaves at home to serve them.
This meant that once the Rakshasa Republican Party rose in revolt, their actions were carried out through coordinated efforts from both inside and outside.
No matter how formidable a fortress might be, it could still be sabotaged