Survival for All: From Electric Bikes to Mobile Cities

Being a slave is really not a good thing.

Those who had been in the past few hours were alright, but those who had been in the past few hours were almost skin and bones, their eyes were lifeless, and everyone had strange wooden shackles on their feet.

Judging from their appearance, they were just clinging to life, living numbly.

"Coo coo coo~~"

But there were still some who wanted to struggle. They were dragging goblins along. These brutal guys were already half-crippled, but even so, they kept struggling and trying to escape.

Previously, they were overseers who could kill slaves at will, but now these goblins have become spoils of war.

They became tools for them to curry favor with Chen Haitian.

When the goblins appeared, Chen Haitian showed no mercy and ordered them all to be killed.

He had no intention of keeping these things.

This also made the people at the scene a little scared.

Especially seeing that Chen Haitian didn't seem to care about his life at all.

They stood up even more carefully, as if afraid that he might get carried away and kill them as well.

Fortunately, Chen Haitian didn't have that idea. After dealing with almost all the goblins in the mining area, he felt quite relieved.

Their operation went very smoothly, and there are still many supply boxes that haven't been collected. Now they're just waiting for the fire to be extinguished.

Their gaze shifted to a group of people huddled together not far away.

"Sir, have you come to rescue us?"

The man in the lead was fairly strong, and although his appearance was ordinary, he still spoke up under Chen Haitian's gaze.

Just now, the other party was communicating with Huang Feng, and Huang Feng said that they came to rescue people.

Therefore, when they spoke at this moment, many people had hopeful eyes.

Everyone hoped Chen Haitian would agree.

"I guess you could say I saved you."

Meeting his gaze, Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment before nodding.

With so many people, it was actually quite difficult for him to manage; leading such a large group of people was almost impossible.

Even if there were no cars, the arrival of the black fog would probably be enough to give him a hard time.

With so many people, who knows what kind of crisis might arise.

"Has someone really come to rescue us?"

"Really?"

"us..."

Many people were shocked and disbelieving when they heard Chen Haitian's words.

Some of the people here were attacked by other species and then taken as slaves.

Many others were trafficked or sold out by their own people.

They were all numb, somewhat unable to believe it.

"Don't be too happy yet..."

Seeing the somewhat chaotic situation, Chen Haitian fired a shot into the sky, interrupting their wild thoughts.

This also drew the attention of everyone around him.

They were afraid he would say something that would put them to despair.

"Although we rescued you, you still need to fight for your own survival."

"I'll be blunt: I can't take all of you with me when we leave."

Chen Haitian chose to speak directly.

These words caused quite a stir; some looked as if they had known it all along, while others showed despair.

But they were still somewhat rational and didn't complain or hurl insults.

"I have a plan: to liberate the slaves here, to wipe out the goblin tribe, and then you might be able to form a new tribe here."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Haitian shared his thoughts.

Whether it's for yourself or for others.

All things considered, this is a win-win opportunity.

If it weren't for Chen Haitian, the people here might have had no choice but to work as miners until they died.

Of course, there's also the option of being a birthing machine until death.

Chen Haitian still feels uneasy about what he learned from Huang Feng.

"How many goblins were there around here after the goblin tribe was wiped out?"

"I don't know, I was brought here directly."

"I've heard of it, it seems to be several thousand, maybe even tens of thousands. I've also heard of a Goblin King."

"Can we do this?"

"That's all the people we have..."

"This is suicide, sir!!"

The group listened to Chen Haitian's words without having any confidence whatsoever.

After all, stronger slaves couldn't possibly be sent here.

The strongest being here used to be a second-tier being, but now it's uncertain how much power it can unleash.

The weakest doesn't even have a first-tier rank.

One hundred to ten thousand—that numerical disparity was enough to drive them to despair.

Even with Chen Haitian leading the way, not many people had confidence; they felt like they were going to their deaths.

"Whether it's impossible or you're going to your deaths, you've been given a choice: fight to the death or run away. You can choose whichever you prefer."

While the group was looking on in confusion, Chen Haitian interrupted their hesitation.

His words were not particularly inflammatory, nor were they the kind of persuasive remarks he used.

As he said, the choice was given.

He won't waste much time here; he'll save them if he can, and leave if he can't.

Although there was suspicion that they were being used to fight goblins, they were genuinely being saved.

"I do, sir."

"I'm willing to follow your instructions. Please help us."

"When a person dies, they fly to the sky. That's it, continuing to live like this is too pathetic."

"us..."

The time for deliberation was short; some people quickly made their decisions, while others remained apathetic and completely compliant, doing whatever others told them to do.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

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Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

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Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

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Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

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Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

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"us..."

The time for deliberation was short; some people quickly made their decisions, while others remained apathetic and completely compliant, doing whatever others told them to do.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

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"I do, sir."

"I'm willing to follow your instructions. Please help us."

"When a person dies, they fly to the sky. That's it, continuing to live like this is too pathetic."

"us..."

The time for deliberation was short; some people quickly made their decisions, while others remained apathetic and completely compliant, doing whatever others told them to do.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.

"us..."

The time for deliberation was short; some people quickly made their decisions, while others remained apathetic and completely compliant, doing whatever others told them to do.

Only a small number of people are afraid—afraid of death, afraid of the unknown—but few people care about them.

Chen Haitian didn't care, and he looked down on the slaves who chose to fight to the death.

Seeing that most people were willing to give it their all, Chen Haitian nodded in satisfaction.

At least they weren't all spineless cowards.

In that case, the number of Molotov cocktails can be increased.

"Collect the supply crates, and where are those guys?"

Just as Chen Haitian was thinking about trading another batch with Lin Pojun.

He thought of slaves from other races.

Those guys didn't show up.

"Captain, those guys are still in the mine. They killed several goblin overseers. One of them poked its head out to escape, but it went back inside after seeing what was happening outside."

Lin Yu, who was standing behind Chen Haitian, immediately explained the situation.

The people in each mine knew that there were humans outside, so they led each other out as soon as possible.

But other outliers are different.

"How are those guys usually?"

Chen Haitian hesitated for a moment and looked at the slave who had spoken first.

"Those guys? Those alien slaves?"

"They're no good either; some of them have killed people before."

Without much hesitation, someone immediately answered.

This made Chen Haitian realize that racial discrimination in this world had truly reached a life-or-death level.

They were already slaves, yet they still managed to incite such great hatred.

"Then you guys show your skills and take them all out too."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Haitian decided to adapt to local customs.

If those oddballs didn't come out just now, then they don't need to come out at all. Besides, these guys might also drop supply crates.

If you can avoid missing out, then don't.