Luck was a strange thing.
The slaves Ye Chen had rescued first had all thought he was a fool for caring whether the slaves in other sections lived or died.
They had shown no gratitude for his help. Yet now they were the ones in the greatest danger. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined their good fortune would end so completely.
At Vice Admiral Simon's order, thirty thousand Marines charged forward like ravenous wolves. Before they even reached the slaves, they fanned out and surrounded everyone trying to escape.
Moments later, the Marines leveled their rifles at them. Simon's face was dark, his gaze terrifyingly cold, while his bloodshot eyes seemed to burn with fury.
In the Holy Land, even the smallest matter could not be taken lightly.
All Simon could do now was try to atone for his failure. He would not let a single one of these fleeing slaves get away.
"Fire!"
Simon raised his right hand high, then brought it down without a moment's hesitation.
Rat-tat-tat!
The slaves came under a fierce barrage. Bullets rained down on them, the Marine cannons stood ready, and the soldiers carrying swords prepared to charge at any moment.
The slaves had thought they could leave the Holy Land without a hitch. Their dream shattered in an instant. What awaited them was not freedom, but a hell of suffering.
Still, they had not been entirely useless. At the very least, they had delayed the Marines' encirclement of the Heavenly Prison, giving Ye Chen and Fisher Tiger time to free the slaves in four sections.
By the time Fisher Tiger reached the Heavenly Prison, Ye Chen had already freed the slaves in three sections. What Fisher Tiger had not expected was that the person behind such an astonishing rescue was a