"White Fang, is this for real?"
A gray rat who was on good terms with White Fang stepped forward, his expression showing a hint of fear: "Were you tricked?!"
Even if the contract is torn up, it is legally invalid if it is not the slave owner's will.
"White Fang, you're deceiving everyone!"
A noble gray rat sneered, deliberately keeping his distance from the smelly gray rats who had just finished their work, while his family members accompanied him.
There are more than twenty gray rats in the circle of the powerful and wealthy. They are cunning, greedy, arrogant and conceited, but also have a lot of petty wisdom.
In the Nordic region, where bloodlines were highly valued, even the lowest-ranking slaves could rise to power.
It is said that the ancestors of these nobles were once powerful professionals. The probability of them being able to refine energy factors and become professionals is equivalent to the miracle of silver breaking through to gold. Therefore, even a black iron-level gray rat can enjoy extraordinary glory in the clan.
Therefore, although the descendants left behind had no potential, due to their noble bloodline, they still enjoyed the protection of their ancestors and were classified as a special class by the Gubang family. They were responsible for all matters of the Gray Rat tribe and could even personally allocate the already scarce resources distributed.
As the highest-ranking member of the Gray Rat Clan, he ruled with absolute power, flattering his superiors and bullying his subordinates, exchanging the hard work of his Gray Rat under his command for his own comfort and ease.
"Chief, it's true! Princess Little Fox herself spoke up!"
White Fang shouted, trying to convince his suffering compatriots of his own beliefs.
But a group of gray rats still looked at White Tooth with disbelief, some even numbly, their eyes full of distrust.
"What do you mean by a weekly salary of 7 bronze eagles? There's no such good treatment."
The chieftain of the gray rats was a large, fat gray rat with a body comparable to that of a wildcat. He had long whiskers, and his eyes gleamed when they fell on the three bags of bronze eagles.
"White Fang, if you still acknowledge me as your clan leader, hand over these three bags of coins, and let your most noble clan leader keep them for you."
The gray rat chieftain laughed, a greedy glint in his eyes.
What about tearing up slave contracts and freeing slaves?
Having spent over a decade in Titan City, where slavery was rampant, the Gray Rat Chieftain was absolutely familiar with contracts and the like.
Even after the master has squeezed all the value out of the slave, he will not choose to break the contract, but will resell the slave to make a small profit.
"impossible!"
White Fang said indignantly, his eyes almost blazing with fire as he looked at the Gray Rat Chieftain, whom he usually feared.
This scene surprised the Gray Rat Chieftain.
"Hmph, you traitor!"
On one side, a gray rat, a nobleman, sneered, baring its teeth, and was very unfriendly to the white-toothed one.
"White Fang, if our chieftain hadn't given your family three extra loaves of bread when you were little, would you still be alive today?"
The gray rat noble said coldly, while the gray rat patriarch nodded solemnly.
All the resources were in his hands, but the novice little fox who bought a large number of slaves for the first time seemed to have done something stupid. As the loyal chieftain of the gray rat clan, he naturally had to advise the master to strip the gray rat of its medical privileges, cancel its leave, and reduce its weekly salary to 3 copper eagles. This was the normal treatment for slaves.
Afterwards, the little fox adopted his advice as a loyal subject and was thus allowed to continue serving as a high-ranking member of the gray rat clan, arbitrarily using the resources allocated to him, which was perfectly reasonable.
"White Fang, do you even know how to be grateful?!"
Thinking of this, the Gray Rat Clan Chief roared, unleashing his magical energy. His Black Iron Fifth Rank combat power was incredibly strong, and no one in the clan dared to disobey him.
"fart!"
White Fang shouted, leaping forward and wielding a specially crafted short sword, charging towards the Gray Rat Chieftain!
In the urban management force, everyone is one of their own. His specially made equipment was commissioned by Little Fox and made by Jay himself.
"Hmph, how insolent!"
The Gray Rat Chieftain said coldly, his figure flashing into a shadow as he launched a close-quarters attack, striking White Fang in the abdomen with a claw!
"Bang!"
A burst of emerald green light erupted, and the magical patterns of [Thorns] flickered. The Gray Rat Chieftain was instantly blasted away by the counterattack!
Moreover, despite taking the damage from the blow, White Fang slashed the Gray Rat Chieftain's chest with his sword!
"This, this is impossible! The clan leader was sent flying by White Fang!"
The gray rats were shocked and couldn't believe that White Fang, who usually had no potential, had actually refined energy factors and unlocked the professional rank!
"roll!"
With the help of crispy ice cream, White Fang stepped into the first tier of Black Iron, officially awakening his professional potential! (Terunsu is awesome!)
A [Gale] magic pattern appeared on the boots, and White Fang's speed increased threefold. Taking the opportunity, he launched an attack. One claw, carrying a sharp gust of wind, landed on the gray rat chief's forehead, splitting four bloody marks!
"Chieftain!"
"Damn White Fang, prepare to die!"
"Such an arrogant fellow must be expelled!"
The group of gray rat nobles snorted and attacked together, but a heavy voice came from behind them.
"I say, White Fang, you seem to need some help."
A shadow loomed over the group of gray rat nobles, whose pupils suddenly contracted as they slowly turned around with stiff expressions.
A bear-man with a fierce expression walked over, carrying a standard longsword, and stared at the group of gray rats with great interest.
"Big, my lord."
The wounded gray rat chieftain stood up, blood streaming from his forehead. He trembled slightly upon sensing the bear-man's powerful aura.
They came with ill intentions, and may even be after him!
Do you know who the captain of the First Urban Management Bureau is?
"...Captain Han... Captain Hanmo".
"What?! You actually dare not recognize the Little Fox Prince of the Third Urban Management Brigade!"
Without a word, the bear-man slammed the scabbard into the gray rat chieftain's face: "Dare to speak ill of the little fox? Get lost!!"
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