"How are we supposed to deal with the bombs behind our ears?" a female slave whispered.
"Don't be afraid. The program that can detonate the bombs behind your ears is all on the eldest son of the Kennedy family's phone. As long as we subdue him, we won't need to worry about the chip bombs," someone quietly urged. "However, we still don't know the Head Butler's strength level, so we need to deal with him first. Don't worry. Hide the syringes in your hair, then jab him while you're getting intimate with him. He'll definitely die." Kidnap Blue Mountain?
Kill the Head Butler first?
Listening to their hushed conspiracy, Qing Chen felt that something was off.
Were these slaves who had been recruited by the Rebel Army? Why had he run into something this troublesome the moment he arrived?
Honestly, he didn't think much of these Rebel Army members either. Sweet-talking slaves into selling their bodies to do dangerous things—no matter how he looked at it, they didn't seem like any respectable organization. At the very least, they were willing to use any means necessary.
It would be fine if they succeeded, but if they failed, the Rebel Army had not prepared any backup plan to save them.
However, just as he was thinking, the sound of a floating airship's engines came from outside. It seemed that some colossal object was slowly descending. Chaotic air currents whipped through the manor, sweeping the pool water into the air like rain.
More than ten ropes dropped down, and over a hundred fully armed soldiers descended along them, swiftly surrounding the entire manor.
At the same time, drones spread out from the floating airship, vaguely covering the entire farm. This was Duke of Storm's Group Army!
They had come to search the manor!