Cilin's heart instinctively skipped a beat, he coughed, lowered his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "This is the only way at present...."
"What if I say to let them go?"
Cilin suddenly looked up at the young man, who smiled lightly and casually.
"This...?" Cilin frowned tightly.
"It seems you still haven't understood."
Cilin narrowed his eyes, "What do you want to say?"
Yun Miao lightly brushed some dust off his clothes and said nonchalantly, "To exploit the oil mines, you need a lot of manpower. Do you trust Sangque's people?"
Cilin looked at him in surprise, "Do you mean...?"
"These natives have no background whatsoever. As long as you play a few tricks on them, they will be wholeheartedly devoted to you. Do not underestimate these natives; their malleability is more terrifying than you imagine. They are innately pure and have a terrifying obsession with loyalty. If handled correctly, they will be the sharpest knife."
