Chapter 594 Going to South Africa to Dig for Gold
To avoid going to South Africa, Huang Dehan began a hunger strike. He was determined to starve to death here rather than suffer inhuman torture in South Africa.
But on the second day of his hunger strike, he was tied to the bed and forced to eat.
Riemann walked in again. "Don't think that just because you're on a hunger strike, I can't do anything to you. Don't force me to use force against you."
Huang Dehan said weakly, "Kill me. I'd rather die than go to South Africa."
Riemann pulled out his pistol, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and slowly said, "Do you want to experience the pain of having a bullet removed without anesthesia again?"
Thinking of that excruciating pain, Huang Dehan couldn't help but shudder.
"What? Are you scared now?"
Huang Dehan's face was very pale, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.
"My patience has its limits. If you don't cooperate, I won't be so polite. I can shoot you full of holes, then have the doctor save you, and after you recover, I'll shoot you full of holes again. You decide whether to go to South Africa or be shot full of holes by me?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Dehan quickly replied, "Okay, I'll go!"
He didn't know what would happen in South Africa, but he really didn't want to be riddled with bullets again, and the fact that they wouldn't give him anesthesia when they removed the bullets was unbearable.
A slight smile played on her lips: "That's more like it. I'll give you a week to recover properly, and then someone will take you to South Africa!"
After saying that, Riemann left.
Huang Dehan lay on the bed, his heart filled with despair.
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A week later, Huang Dehan was taken to South Africa.
As soon as I got off the plane, a wave of heat hit me, and my skin felt like it was being roasted by flames.
Huang Dehan thought that coming here might give him a chance to escape, but he was watched by people all the way.
His hands and feet were chained, so even if he wanted to run, he couldn't.
When they arrived at the mine, they didn't let him rest for a while; they immediately put him to work.
Everyone here wears chains, just like him.
These people come from all skin colors, but the majority are yellow-skinned.
Everyone worked silently, and no one was surprised by his arrival; they were all used to it.
A black man, as black as a lump of coal, brandished a leather whip and pointed at Huang Dehan, saying in English, "You, get to work right now, don't even think about slacking off, or I'll beat you to death!"
Huang Dehan quickly picked up the pickaxe that was placed aside and started digging with everyone else.
After digging for a short while, he became dizzy and breathless.
My chest started to hurt too.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He stopped what he was doing, clutched his chest, and squatted down.
"Smack!"
A black man walked over with a leather whip and lashed him hard across the body.
"ah……"
Huang Dehan screamed in agony as a searing pain shot through his body.
The whip lashed him relentlessly, making a "crack, crack, crack" sound. He writhed on the ground in pain, shouting in English, "Stop hitting me! I'll do it! I'll do it! Stop hitting me!"
The black man stopped whipping the leather whip and shouted, "If you slack off again, I'll beat you to death!"
Despite the excruciating pain, Huang Dehan quickly got up and continued working.
Under the scorching sun, the people wielded their pickaxes, working with numb expressions.
Occasionally, someone would faint, and the Black man would use a whip to wake him up, after which he would continue working.
They don't treat people like human beings at all.
When Huang Dehan arrived, it was past mealtime. He endured his hunger and worked until dark before returning to his dormitory.
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