Dusk of that day.
The Supervisor watched with a sycophantic smile as the team collecting ores gradually moved away from the mine.
Once they were completely out of sight, the Supervisor's expression quickly tightened, and he spat fiercely: "Damn it, do they really think they're some kind of big shot? Who do they think they are! Those bastards who bully others!"
After cursing, the resentment in the Supervisor's heart was swept away. He shook his wine gourd again, ready to head back.
Today's task was done, so the next two days would be the most relaxing ones.
He wasn't even planning to supervise the slaves anymore but rather to get thoroughly drunk and then find an occasion to unwind!
As for the volume of the ore?
If it wasn't enough, he would just drive those bastards to dig like their lives depended on it—just ten or twenty more should do!
Just as he was delighting in these thoughts, two hands suddenly emerged from the ground and grabbed his ankles!
