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Looking at the people in front of her, Tang Yue felt a pang of sadness. They were emaciated, their ribs clearly visible, as if a thin layer of skin covered their skeletons, and each rib seemed to pierce through their withered skin.
Their faces had high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and empty, desperate gazes, as if their souls had been ripped out. Their hair was greasy and tangled, clinging to their scalps in strands, emitting a nauseating odor.
Their clothes were tattered and barely covered their bodies. Some clothes were covered with patches of all sizes, the colors and materials of which varied and looked messy; others were torn to shreds and fluttered in the wind stirred up by the kicked-down door.
Even worse, some people were only wrapped in a tattered cloth, barely covering their private parts. Their skin was covered with scars, old and new, including whip marks, the red and swollen marks a shocking sight;
There were marks from being branded with a hot iron, the skin was charred black, and the edges showed signs of ulceration; there were also bruises from being punched, large patches of which were scattered all over the body, varying in color from bluish-purple to dark black, like a tragic map.
In a corner, Tang Yue saw a young man whose legs were twisted and deformed, clearly having been cruelly broken and not treated in time, and could only curl up in a strange position.
His hands were covered in wounds and calluses, and his fingernails were filled with black grime—the marks of long hours of hard labor in harsh conditions. His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and when Tang Yue's gaze met his, he instinctively shrank back, as if afraid of being hurt.
Tang Yue's eyes reddened slightly, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, and the anger in her heart burned like a raging fire, growing ever stronger.
These Chinese people suffered such inhuman torture on this foreign land, and their ordeal filled Tang Yue with immense pain and anger. She secretly vowed to bring them back to China safely, to restore their freedom, and to make those who harmed them pay a terrible price.
Tang Yue suppressed her grief and anger and said softly, "Don't be afraid, everyone. I am Chinese and I'm here to take you home."
Her voice was soft and gentle, yet it was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, carrying a touch of warmth that seeped into the hearts of everyone present.
Upon hearing Tang Yue's words, everyone was stunned, seemingly unable to believe their ears. How many years? How many years? They had lost count of the years they had spent here.
They had dreamt of this scene countless times, but it had never actually happened in reality. Was this another dream?
After a long while, tears welled up in the eyes of an elderly man with gray hair. His lips trembled, and his voice was choked with sobs as he asked, "Young lady, are you Chinese? Are you really from China? Can we... can we still go home?"
His face was full of sorrow, but a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes—a deep longing for his hometown.
Tang Yue, fighting back tears, nodded solemnly, looking at everyone with unwavering eyes: "Yes, I am Chinese, just like everyone else. Yes, I will definitely bring everyone home."
After Tang Yue finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence. No one made a sound, as if they were afraid that they were dreaming and that the slightest noise would shatter the dream.
The silence in the room was broken by a sob, followed by a chorus of loud wails. They forgot the warnings from the Japanese, forgot their current identities; all they wanted was to vent.
They vented their pain, torment, and helpless struggle when their endless hope was destroyed over the years.
Tang Yue's heart clenched; she didn't know how to comfort these people. But she knew she would definitely help them get revenge.
Forget about national righteousness; she was determined to destroy the Miyazaki family first, and ensure the Taira clan would never see the light of day again. Why should innocent Chinese people suffer in their internal strife in Japan?
No! They will pay a terrible price!
Tang Yue calmed herself down and asked, "Can you tell me what happened? How did you get here?" Perhaps this wasn't the best time to ask these questions, but Tang Yue didn't want to waste too much time. It wouldn't be easy for these people to leave.
At this moment, a young man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, and said, "We were all tricked into coming here. They said there were high-paying jobs here, that we could make a lot of money, and that they would provide food and lodging. We believed them and came with them."
Unexpectedly, as soon as we arrived, we were taken into custody. Most of us were brought here by their fishing boats, and now we can't escape even if we want to.
Moreover, the defenses here are very tight. They say that unless you die, no one will be able to leave this underground world.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his face burned with anger.
A middle-aged woman nearby also cried out, "Yes, they force us to work in the mine every day. We're woken up before dawn and have to work until dark. If we're even slightly slow, they beat and scold us."
The food was dirty and scarce, the living conditions were cramped and damp, and many people were sick, but they weren't given medical treatment.
As she spoke, she wiped away tears with her thin, bony hands, her voice filled with pain and helplessness.
Tang Yue's eyes were devoid of emotion, only her clenched fists betrayed her anger. She asked, "They torture you so wantonly, don't you know how to resist?"
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