Chu Mu stared blankly, but just then, an indescribable sound faintly echoed from within the mine shaft.
The sound grew louder and louder, like a howling gale or the roar of a fierce beast—deep and oppressive.
Faced with this strange development, the Inspectors and men conscripted for Forced Labor were clearly at a loss.
Many of the laborers even dropped their tools, ready to bolt!
"Keep digging! Anyone who retreats dies!"
Li Jinghong shouted, beheading a retreating laborer with a single slash of his saber.
Immediately, a flurry of commands rang out. The surrounding Inspectors surged forward, unsheathing their Long Sabers. The gleaming blades pointed directly at the hundreds of men in Forced Labor before them.
Seeing this, Chu Mu also drew his saber and moved forward. Fortunately, there were a few hundred Inspectors. With five or six hundred laborers in front of them, his position at the very back put him a safe distance from the mine shaft.
