Huan couldn't believe it. There was actually something that could remove a Slave Collar.
It was simply unbelievable.
Elsewhere, the sounds of fighting had already begun.
Someone went to take a look, then hurried back. "This is bad, everyone! Outside—they're fighting!"
"They're killing each other!"
Events were changing fast, and everyone had to make a decision quickly.
Of course, Rick had never overestimated their will to resist.
Rick, Tile, Anqie'er, Huan, and a handful of others picked up weapons. There were fewer than twenty of them.
Everyone else remained seated, not moving at all.
Why were uprisings so rare? Why couldn't they stir up a storm?
It was all because of these so-called clever people, who were actually incredibly foolish.
Fortunately, this wasn't just an uprising. It was one being guided from the outside.
Much the same thing was happening elsewhere.
The uprisings were all small in number, nothing particularly grand. They were merely breaking out in many places at once, making a huge commotion.
Gedell watched from atop a mountain, unable to hide his disappointment. "We planned this for so long, and this is all the people who rose up?"
"Sir, isn't this enough?"
Gedell shook his head with a sigh. "I'm really not satisfied. There are only this many people."
"This uprising is just a little bigger than the usual slave revolts."
"In the past, there were at least two or three uprisings like this every year in some of the great nations, and they were all brutally suppressed."
"They barely made a ripple."
The attendant beside him looked at the fighting breaking out all over the place, with uprisings blossoming in many locations and making a huge commotion. "Sir, aren't your standards a little too high?"
"That Underground Emperor only has a few thousand private soldiers."
"These