"Quick, help them!" shouted a teenager, rushing to help those who had fainted.
Following his lead, everyone approached them, splashing them with water or cleaning them with sheets from the beds.
"Try not to make any noise, you'll alert the supervisors," advised one teenager to the others, holding Anna and cleaning the blood from her face.
Conan, who was in the worst condition, remained unconscious, being cleaned with water and sheets in an attempt to stop his bleeding. As they helped the unconscious, footsteps could be heard outside heading toward the room.
"Quick, hide them!" a child said to the slaves surrounding Conan.
When the door opened, a supervisor entered and looked at the slaves, who were alert and holding the others.
"What are you doing?" he asked, approaching the slaves and staring at them.
Everyone felt a chill down their spine as they saw the supervisor approach and look at them coldly. The inspector was surprised to see Conan, unconscious and with bloodstains on his face.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, approaching Conan and inspecting him.
After briefly examining him, the inspector realized the excessive circulation of mana in the boy's body.
"Even though he is weak, the circulation is too much for his body, and his meridians are completely clear," he thought, frowning as he glanced at the other slaves out of the corner of his eye. "Did they help him with the circulation of Qi? And he's not the only one, there are more who have fainted. It would be best to report this." The moment he lifted Conan, he ran out of the room. "They're trying to escape, I have to report this!"
Everyone in the rooms fell silent, causing the footsteps of the slave traders to sound extremely loud.
"What shall we do? They took him away!" cried a slave, fearfully realizing that they had been discovered.
"We must... escape..." said Ghislaine, who had recently awakened. "Give the signal... We'll have to speed everything up." She received help getting up, quickly approaching the others and guiding them with the third step of her plan.
With one group waking up the others who had fainted, the rest began to bang on the walls in a rhythmic pattern. The building was filled with this noise, alerting the other adults, who immediately began to move to put an end to the slaves' escape attempt.
Hearing the slave traders heading towards their location, they decided to put their escape plan into action.
"Start breaking the windows!" ordered a teenager, covering his arm with sheets before charging at the windows.
Along with the breaking glass, footsteps began to be heard, which made them speed up the process and break everything quickly. The sound of broken glass falling to the floor could be heard throughout the building, surprising the supervisors.
"Quick, escape!" Anna shouted, having just woken up, still stunned by what had happened.
From all the rooms, ropes made from bed sheets could be seen, with children and teenagers quickly climbing down them.
The escape plan had already been discussed over the previous three months. But they never thought they would have to do it so hastily. Although it had been said that they would escape at night and go in search of weapons to resist capture, everything fell apart when they were discovered. They decided to go with the backup plan, which was to escape through the windows and make ropes out of the clothes and sheets they had.
As several of them were climbing out of the windows, the door suddenly opened, and one of the slave owners appeared with a sword in his hand.
"Damn bastards, you didn't learn your lesson last time!" he shouted, charging fearlessly at the teenagers.
He swung his sword at one of them, cutting him deeply and covering his sword in blood.
"Damn you!" shouted another, running towards the adult and punching him hard in the face, causing him to stagger and separate himself from the bloody body of the wounded boy.
"Take him outside!" ordered Ghislaine, who was helping the younger ones down as quickly as possible.
Other slaves helped carry the wounded man down, leaving only Ghislaine and the teenager who had defended the wounded slave. They looked at each other and quickly charged at the man, who was already firmly wielding his sword against the pair of slaves.
"If you think I'll lose to bastards like you, you're idiots!" he said angrily, charging and swinging his sword toward Ghislaine's neck.
Ghislaine slid under the man and managed to dodge the attack, but not before losing a few strands of hair. Without wasting any time, she struck him hard with her elbow in the groin, causing him to cry out in pain and cover the area, dropping his sword due to the pain and leaving his face exposed.
"Do it, Jumyeong!" Ghislaine shouted.
He had stood up as quickly as his body would allow, pushing the man backwards against the wall, pinning him there.
Jumyeong ran towards the sword, picked it up from the floor, and lunged at the now defenseless man, letting out a cry of rage before plunging his sword into the man's face, killing him instantly.
"We almost both died," he said, looking at Ghislaine, pulling the sword out of the man's head, causing blood to spurt out.
"It seems to be true that before you were caught, you were from the east. Only there could someone your age kill someone without flinching," the blond man congratulated him, looking at the man's corpse, causing him to feel so nauseous that he could barely resist.
"You participated too," he said, wiping the blood from his black hair. "Let's go, we have to help the others," reminding him of the secondary plan they had established.
"That's right, go help, I'll go get the weapons," he said in a tone that left no room for refusal. He ran out of the room without looking back and headed for the local armory.
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Outside the farm, several children were now running, led by teenagers, heading straight for the exit. They stopped abruptly when they saw several people outside pointing their guns at them.
"What do we have here, another escape attempt, Anna?" said a guard arrogantly as he looked at Anna. "It seems you didn't learn anything the last time three years ago. Should we kill you after making you watch your little friends die?" he said, laughing as he remembered how the girl had been psychologically tortured, witnessing the death of her friends.
At his words, the red-haired girl bit her lip in anger, drawing blood from the force of her bite.
"That won't happen. This time I'm going to kill you with my own hands," she replied, clenching her teeth and preparing to fight, along with several other teenagers forming a shield and protecting the children behind them.