That night, the foreign slaves erupted into a fierce fight.
Although the awakened foreman organized people at the fastest speed to separate the brawling parties, there were unfortunately still two unlucky foreigners who died under the chaotic punches—one was a young and robust man, and the other was the old foreign leader.
Even though he was already a corpse, the old foreign leader's face still had a strange smile, and the two groups of fighting foreigners continued attacking each other like madmen. Seeing such a scene was beyond the ordinary foreman's experience, and he hurriedly reported the incident.
"What's the big deal?"
Bai Wujiu felt quite helpless upon receiving the report.
"Burn the bodies, use the ashes for fertilizer, separate and detain the two fighting foreign groups. Do I have to teach you even these little things?"
Seeing his subordinates leave with the orders, Bai Wujiu scratched his head in frustration. It was truly difficult to lead a team of this level.
