Doomsday Abyss, 2000 meters underground, inside the cave.
Biaozi was holding a gun, watching the group of slaves working as he patrolled back and forth, not daring to slack off. With more slaves now, it wasn't like before; any slightest mistake would mean dereliction of duty for him.
He wasn't worried about the slaves successfully revolting.
After all, there was Master Mang.
But suppressing a rebellion always meant some slaves would die, and he, as the head thug, might end up bearing the blame.
At that moment—
"Biao,"
Hei Hao sneaked over and whispered, "Got any more cigarettes? I haven't smoked all day, my mouth's a bit greedy."
Biaozi frowned at this.
"Didn't I assign you the patrol route? Who told you to wander off? What if something happens and you take the blame?"
"I'm out of cigarettes too. Get back to work."
"Heh heh..."
