Huang Xiao followed around the bend, concealing himself as he went and trying not to attract those people's attention.
Although he had only glanced at them, Huang Xiao could tell that they all possessed internal power. Most of them, however, were dressed in rags, and some even wore handcuffs and leg irons. They seemed to be prisoners. On the elevated stone platform stood quite a few people holding whips. Their clothes were considerably better, and they were clearly guarding the others.
Crack! "Move! If you don't dig up enough black iron ore today, don't even think about resting." A whip lashed across the back of a ragged man. He shuddered and screamed, but after that single cry, he quickly picked up his pace and jogged ahead.
"What a bunch of wretches. Your skin itches unless you get a taste of the whip!" the man cursed, baring his teeth.
"Boss, you're right. They're wretches, all right!" a whip-wielding man beside him said with a flattering smile.
"Boss, I hear you're getting promoted. Once you're back with the gang, you'll be feasting on fine food and drink. Don't forget us when the time comes!" another man said.
"What promotion? I'm just being transferred back for another assignment. But don't worry. If I do make it big, I'll look after you," the petty overseer said happily. "After all, everyone deserves credit for digging up those three pieces of thousand-year black iron. The Chief is delighted. In any case, the rewards will arrive soon, and you'll all get your share."
The order to return to the gang and await his appointment had come from the Chief himself, so naturally, he was beside himself with excitement. He had never imagined they would dig up three pieces of thousand-year black iron five days ago. Heaven itself