"My lord! My lord! Please don't take it! This is all the food our village has left!"
But the men impatiently kicked away the old man clinging desperately to the sack of grain.
"Get lost! You bunch of old fossils! Giving grain to our Silverwing Family is the rule for living on our territory! You don't get a choice!"
Some of the elderly villagers were overcome with grief and rage. Growing food in the Black Prison World was difficult enough. They had struggled all year to save up a little grain, only to have the Silverwing Family take it away!
It wasn't that they didn't want to leave the Silverwing Family's territory, but there were so many people in the village. They would certainly be discovered shortly after leaving. Then they would either be whipped to death or dragged off to the mines to work until they died of exhaustion.
But the lives they led now were hardly any different from death!
And if old fossils like them died, so be it. Yet several children and women in the village had eaten so little these past few days that they could no longer get out of bed.
The Silverwing Family squad member kicked the old man aside and snatched up the sack of grain.
He spat viciously at the old man groaning on the ground.
"You old bastard! You've got some nerve, haven't you?!"
"All right, hurry up and collect the grain. We're going to the next place."
The squad leader, Sikong Hu, was just as haughty. His cultivation was at Gold 1-Star Rank, and his seven squad members were all at Silver Rank. Slaughtering this village would be no problem.
Sikong Xi nodded, then prepared to give the old man a few more kicks to amuse himself. Instead, a