Jiang Bai nodded slightly, and then Boss Li instructed his men to call out all the refugees who were originally inside the dilapidated temple.
One, two, three... ten.
Ten able-bodied young men, having gone without food for so long, were all skin and bones from hunger.
When they came out of the temple, their eyes were shining as they looked at Jiang Bai. It wasn't until a big man slapped them hard that they lowered their heads in fear.
"Miss Jiang, please do as you please."
Boss Li pointed to the dilapidated temple and was the last to leave.
Once they had all retreated to a distance of 300 meters, Jiang Bai began to walk into the dilapidated temple.
Looking around at the dilapidated temple in front of me, which was no more than three meters long and wide, it was quite crowded to accommodate ten people.
Thinking of the old house's pigsty, which wasn't even this big, her eyes darkened.
"Waaaaah."
Wang made a series of loud whimpering sounds, and Jiang Bai lowered his eyes, focusing his gaze on her.
"Jiang Bai, you bastard who deserves to be struck by lightning! You sold your grandparents and offended your elders. Sooner or later you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, have your tongue pulled out, and be fried in oil to death."
As soon as Wang's mouth was freed, she unleashed a string of curses at Jiang Bai.
Jiang Bai coldly curled the corner of his mouth, ignoring her insults, and casually pulled the rags out of the mouths of Jiang Minchang, Jiang Anlin, and the others.
“Da Ya, let’s talk this out. We’re all family. Even if we’re broken, we’re still connected by blood. If you let your uncle go, he’ll definitely work hard for your family from now on.”
"Yes, Da Ya, if you let us go, we'll all come and help you with your work."
Jiang Songhu has suffered enough these past few days. He is filled with hatred, but he has no choice but to beg Jiang Bai for mercy.
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