In the eyes of the thousands of miners.

The prison guards who had been watching them earlier all went out after hearing two gunshots.

Then, after a short while, several more gunshots rang out.

After that, this mysterious man walked in.

The thousands of miners couldn’t figure out what Loren’s deal was, all sitting silently in place, not daring to make a single sound.

Here, only the cautious and obedient survived, eating delicious canned meat.

Those whose minds were even slightly more active had their bones buried deep within the mine tunnels.

Tests like “escape attempt trials”—these surviving miners had experienced them several times already.

These miners thought Loren was with the prison guards, here to test them.

This was just another little escape test.

If they showed even a hint of an attempt to escape, they would be dragged to a high place by the guards for public execution.

Like in the past, using combat knives to slice off pieces of their flesh one by one, slowly tortured to death by the guards.

“Interesting.”

Loren looked at the miners sitting silently in place.

“Which one of you is called Evan? I’m here to take you away.”

No one answered Loren’s words, all remaining silent.

A few miners who were extremely hungry even picked up their bread and water, eating it with the canned meat in front of them.

Loren shook his head, completely unable to communicate.

He raised his revolver and fired at one of the miners.

The bullet passed through his thigh, his flesh and blood splattering onto several people nearby.

Unfortunately, apart from the injured miner crying out in pain, the other miners still maintained their silence.

Loren smiled.

“Bang!”

Three shots later, three more miners had their thighs pierced by bullets.

Loren wasn’t killing anyone; he wasn’t entirely sure if Evan was here.

It wouldn’t be good if he killed the wrong person by mistake.

He had even deliberately reduced the bullet’s power, keeping it at an appropriate level.

“Still no one going to tell me?”

Loren raised his volume slightly, ensuring all the miners in the area could hear.

“……” There was still prolonged silence.

Seeing this, Loren stepped forward and stood firmly among the seated miners.

Loren fired a shot into the air.

“I can kill people, you know.”

“I just want to know, is Evan here or not?”

Still silence, apart from the suppressed groans of pain from the injured miners, there were no other sounds.

Loren subconsciously tilted his head.

Then there’s really no other way, everyone.

Loren raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

As for the raven, it was still pondering the question of why it felt fear.

“Fortune.”

After snapping his fingers, Loren silently recited in his heart:

I hope I don’t end up killing Ms. Thia’s husband, Mr. Evan, next.

After silently reciting this in his heart.

Loren raised the revolver in his hand, aiming at the thousands of silent miners.

“Next, I will kill indiscriminately until someone tells me where Mr. Evan is.”

After speaking, Loren began walking randomly among the miners.

With each step, a roaring gunshot followed.

“Bang!” Each explosive sound represented a miner’s life being ended.

Loren walked around leisurely, aimlessly.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”…….

Continuously firing, continuously killing.

Behind where Loren walked, the miners’ corpses lay scattered messily on the ground.

Blood gradually pooled together, forming a small red stream.

Finally, after Loren had killed several dozen miners.

Loren heard a different voice, somewhat hoarse:

“He is Evan!!!!! Stop it!!!!! Bastard!!!!!”

Loren calmly turned toward the direction the voice came from.

“Of course, I don’t particularly enjoy wanton killing either.”

Loren walked over to the miner who had spoken.

The miner saw Loren approaching, painfully lowering his head, his finger pointing toward a figure in the front row.

Loren followed the direction of his finger and looked.

A trembling, frail figure, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, was sobbing with his head lowered.

Loren walked up to the frail figure and calmly asked:

“May I ask, Mr. Evan, what is your wife’s name?”

The frail figure trembled upon hearing Loren’s question and answered with a shaking voice:

“Th…Thia, my wife’s name is Vera Sia.”

Loren nodded, finally found him.

“Hello, Mr. Evan, I’m someone your wife hired to rescue you.”

After speaking, Loren directly struck Evan on the back of his head.

Cleanly knocking Evan unconscious.

The other party’s current condition clearly wasn’t ideal for conversation.

Loren’s rationality told him it was better to help him calm down this way and not cause trouble.

Ms. Thia herself should be the one to tell him the whole story.

He just needed to bring him to Ms. Thia.

Loren bent down, lifted the unconscious Evan onto his shoulder, then asked the many miners sitting on the ground:

“Does anyone know where the spirit stones you dug up are stored?”

After seeing that Loren was genuinely here to rescue someone, and hearing his question.

The miner who had identified Evan broke down, shouting:

“You were really here to rescue Evan?! Damn it!! You’re not with those guards!!! Why didn’t you say so?!!!”

“Bang!” A bullet pierced through the miner’s head.

“Shh, you’re too noisy, I prefer quiet.”

After the world returned to quiet, Loren put away his revolver and repeated his question:

“Does anyone know where the spirit stones you dug up are stored?”

After realizing Loren wasn’t with the guards, a bold miner mustered his courage and asked:

“I can show you the way, can you take me out?”

“Of course, sir, that’s fair.” Loren nodded calmly.

Hearing Loren’s reply, that miner excitedly rushed out from the group of miners.

He frantically scrambled and crawled to a fork in the path, shouting to Loren:

“Over here!”

Loren carrying Evan, calmly walked toward that fork.

Soon.

The guiding miner and Loren’s figures disappeared from this vast underground space.

The miners left behind began discussing animatedly.

“Should we run? Those guards are probably really dead.”

“Run? Run where? The guards here are gone. What about the guards above ground?”

“Unless that Interstellar Hunter is willing to take us out!!”

“Forget counting on him, he’s way more terrifying than the guards……”

In the end, after discussing for a long time, the remaining miners.

Unanimously decided to stay here and wait for new guards to come supervise their mining.

A very conservative decision.

After all, these people didn’t know that the prison above ground had already been seized by the Energy Department.

Making such a conservative decision matched their domesticated nature.

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