The man in black middle-aged watched his four subordinates lying in a pool of blood and couldn't help hating these porters to the point where his teeth itched.
He had never dreamed that these damned slaves would actually dare to murder people, and it was his own men they had killed.
Revolt, it must be a revolt!
Seeing these slaves almost driven to madness, the man in black middle-aged longed to throw them all into the flames and burn them alive.
However, considering the current situation, if he didn't use them, the fire at the granary would become increasingly severe.
So, before reinforcements arrived, it would be best not to eradicate them all. Utilizing them would be the wisest decision.
"Come people, whoever dares to move, kill without mercy,"
As the man in black middle-aged spoke, he raised his hand and struck down several porters. The remaining few in black had run out of patience. Seeing their supervisor speak, they didn't hold back anymore.
