"Smack..." As the whip cracked sharply across Xiu Wen's body, Xiu Wen, who was struggling to carry stones, let out a scream. A bloody welt instantly appeared across the back hidden beneath his ragged clothes.
The stone in Xiu Wen's hands nearly fell. Zhang Tie, standing beside him, hurriedly reached out a hand and helped him steady it.
"You lowborn trash, don't even think about slacking off! Hurry up and clear out this area for me. See if you can find anything..." the slave overseer standing atop a rock yelled and cursed. "If you don't find those lowborn bastards who escaped, then work yourselves to death here..."
Zhang Tie turned his head and glanced at the slave overseer. Without hesitation, the man lashed out with his whip, striking Zhang Tie and glaring viciously at him. "Kid, look at me again and I'll gouge out your eyes..."
Zhang Tie's body trembled, but that lash was nothing to him. Over the past month or so, under the "hammering" of the Fool airship's crew, Zhang Tie had eaten another three Iron Fetus Fruits. After consuming them, he could feel that his body's ability to withstand blows had improved considerably.
He had endured even the whipping punishment in Tianhan City before. What was this now? Punishments unbearable to ordinary people felt to Zhang Tie as though he had merely been swatted by a fly.
This was not the time to get angry with this scum. Zhang Tie said nothing. Lowering his head, he picked up the fifty-kilogram stone again and, feigning difficulty with every step, carried it with the others to the slope over there and threw it down...
"Ah, thank you..." Xiu Wen said gratefully to Zhang Tie through gritted teeth.
The two reached the slope and tossed the stone down. Xiu Wen