Zhou Daguang stared intensely at Yang Fei.
"There are only two ways now. Either before Beldomcen's heavy forces surround this place, everyone scatters, running as far as they can, escaping if they can."
He shook his head before Yang Fei could speak.
"This path seems promising but is actually a dead end."
"Every slave is branded, with checkpoints and sentries covering Beldomcen's territory."
"They simply cannot escape and will inevitably be captured and executed."
He spoke, rolling up his sleeve, revealing a semicircular branding mark with an English letter at its center.
Yang Fei recognized the English letter as the abbreviation of "slave."
He clenched his teeth tightly, looking deeply at Zhou Daguang.
"Just tell me the second option."
Zhou Daguang hesitated before drawing heavily on a thick cigar, his brows furrowing.
"This second path also means a dead end for some slaves, but most can find new life."
