"What about the bombs behind our ears?" a female slave whispered.
"Don't worry, the program that can detonate the bombs behind your ears is all on the Kennedy family eldest son's phone. As long as we subdue him, there's no need to worry about chip bombs," someone quietly coaxed. "However, we currently don't know the butler's level of strength, so we must deal with him first. Rest assured, hide the syringe in your hair, and when you get intimate with him, give him a jab. He will surely die."
Kidnap Blue Mountain?
Kill the butler first?
Listening to these hushed conspiracies, Qing Chen couldn't help but feel something was off.
Were these people slaves turned by the rebels? Just his luck to encounter such a troublesome situation upon arriving!
To be honest, his impression of these rebels wasn't great either. Seducing slaves into dangerous liaisons didn't seem like the actions of an upright organization, more like one that would stop at nothing.
