At that moment, the dormitory door was kicked open, and Tang Yuehua walked in with dozens of Black Fury behind her.
She stared coldly at Tang Wu's hanged corpse and gritted her teeth. "Damn Rats, how dare you commit suicide? Who gave you permission to kill yourselves—"
Tang Yuehua swept her chilling gaze over the surrounding Rats. "Your lives are the sacred and inviolable property of His Holiness the Pope. As farming tools, you have no right to decide whether you live or die."
Upon hearing Tang Yuehua's words, one of the Rats decided to go all out. He sneered. "Tang Yuehua, you traitor. The man is already dead, so what can you still say? My life is my own, not Qian Xunyi's. If I want to live, I live. If I want to die, I die. No one can stop me..."
Before he could finish, Tang Yuehua lashed out with her whip. It sliced straight across his neck, and his healthy head tumbled to the ground as he died on the spot.
Tang Yuehua looked around at the Rats. "You don't think death means it's all over, do you?"
As she spoke, she said to the Black Fury beside her, "Send them to the Afterlife Employment Center."
Two Black Fury stepped forward, lifted the two corpses, and carried them outside. Tang Yuehua then said to the Rats, "Gather in the hall. Today's work will be delayed by one hour."
Under the Black Fury's watch, the Rats arrived in the hall.
Tang Xiao frowned. He had caught a crucial phrase in his younger sister's words: the Afterlife Employment Center?
What did that mean? Could the dead continue working?
Many Rats were filled with the same doubts, while Tang Yuehua stood quietly to one side and waited.
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