With sunglasses on, Chu Hao lay on the chair, a sunshade overhead, sipping juice with a leisurely look.
Aolai Qing wiped the sweat off her forehead, her pretty face was smeared, and she had lost quite a bit of weight in the past few days.
Aolai Qing hated Chu Hao to the core. They toiled hard with mining, while Chu Hao was enjoying himself here, it was too wicked.
"Until now, we've harvested a total of 436 pounds of Yang Source."
Chu Hao nodded slightly and said, "Hmm, keep going."
There were too many laborers, at least around two hundred people from various factions like the Great Ancestor Holy Land, Soul Country, Jiang Family, Yan Family, Zhongchi Class, and Cloud Sea Pavilion.
They mined day and night, each harboring unspoken bitterness, unable to flee because of the poison in their bodies.
If they fail to deliver on time, they would have to consume the Infertility and Extinction Medicine, just the thought of it is terrifying.
