"Quick, help them!" shouted a teenager, rushing to help those who had fainted.
Following his lead, everyone gathered around them, splashing them with water or wiping them down with bed sheets.
"Try not to make any noise, you'll alert the supervisors," a teenager advised the others, holding Anna and wiping the blood from her face.
Conan, who was in the worst condition, remained unconscious, being cleaned with water and sheets in an attempt to stop his bleeding. As they helped the unconscious, footsteps could be heard outside heading toward the room.
"Quick, spread out!" a boy said to the slaves surrounding Conan.
When the door opened, a supervisor entered, looking at the alert slaves holding the others.
"What are you doing?" he asked, approaching the slaves and staring at them.
They all felt a chill run down their spines as they saw the supervisor approach and stare at them coldly. The inspector was surprised to see Conan, unconscious and with bloodstains on his face.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, approaching Conan and inspecting him.
After briefly examining him, the inspector noticed the excessive circulation of mana in the boy's body.
"Although he is weak, the circulation is too much and his meridians are completely free," he thought, frowning as he glanced at the other slaves out of the corner of his eye. "Did they help him with his Qi circulation? And he's not the only one, there are more who have fainted. It would be best to report this." As soon as he lifted Conan, he ran out of the room. "They're trying to escape, I have to report this!"
"What are we going to do, they took him away!" shouted a slave, frightened to realize they had been discovered.
"We must... escape..." said Ghislaine, who had recently awakened. "Give the signal... We'll have to speed everything up." As she received help to get up, she quickly woke the others.
As they woke up the others who had fainted, everyone began banging on the walls in a rhythmic pattern. Hearing the noise filling the building, the other adults immediately sprang into action to stop the slaves' escape attempt.
Hearing the slave owners heading toward their location, they decided to put their escape plan into action.
"Start breaking the windows!" ordered a teenager, covering his arm with sheets and breaking the window glass.
As he broke the glass, footsteps could be heard, which made them speed up the process and break everything quickly. At that very moment, the sound of windows breaking could be heard in every room, surprising the supervisors.
"Quick, escape!" Anna shouted, her nose bleeding from the great effort she was making.
From all the rooms, ropes made from bed sheets could be seen, with children and teenagers quickly climbing down them.
The escape plan had already been discussed in the previous three months, although it was said that they would escape at night and go in search of weapons to resist capture. However, everything fell apart when they were discovered, so they decided to go with a backup plan, which was to escape through the windows and make ropes out of the clothes and sheets they had.
As several of them climbed out of the windows, the door suddenly opened, revealing one of the slave traders with a sword in his hand.
"Damn bastards, you dare to escape!" he shouted, fearlessly charging at the teenagers and swinging his sword at their bodies, cutting them deeply and covering his sword in blood.
"Damn you!" shouted one teenager, running towards the adult and punching him hard in the face, causing him to stagger and separate from the bloody body of the wounded man.
"Take him outside!" ordered Ghislaine, who was helping the children climb down as quickly as possible.
Other slaves helped carry the wounded man down, leaving only Ghislaine and the teenager who had defended the wounded slave. The two looked at each other and quickly charged at the man, who was already firmly wielding his sword against the pair of slaves.
"If you think I'll lose to bastards like you, you're idiots!" he said angrily, charging and swinging his sword toward Ghislaine's neck.
With a swift movement, Ghislaine ducked and managed to dodge the attack, but not before losing a few strands of hair. At the same time, she struck him hard with her elbow in the groin, causing him to cry out in pain and cover his groin, dropping his sword due to the pain and leaving his face exposed.
"Do it, Jumyeong!" shouted Ghislaine, who was now pushing the man against the wall, immobilizing him completely.
Jumyeong ran to the sword, picked it up from the floor, and rushed toward the now defenseless man, stabbing him hard in the face, killing him instantly
"We almost both died," he said, looking at Ghislaine as he pulled the sword out of the man's head, causing blood to spurt out.
"It seems true that before you were caught, you were from the east. Only there could someone your age kill someone without flinching," he congratulated her as he looked at the man's corpse, causing him to feel intense nausea that he was able to resist.
"Let's go, we have to help the others," he reminded Ghislaine, reminding her of the backup plan.
"That's right, go help, I'll go get the weapons," he said in a tone that left no room for refusal, running out of the room without looking back and heading for the armory.
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Outside the farm, several children were now running, led by teenagers, heading straight for the exit. But their plans were stopped by those outside, who were pointing their weapons at them.
"Well, well, well, another escape attempt, Anna?" said a guard arrogantly as he looked at Anna. "It seems you didn't learn anything from the last time three years ago. We should kill you this time after having some fun with you," he said, laughing as he remembered what had happened to Anna the night after her previous escape attempt.
Anna couldn't help but bite her lip in anger, drawing blood from the force of her bite.
"That won't happen. This time I'm going to kill you and make you suffer worse than I did," she replied, clenching her teeth and preparing to fight, along with several other teenagers forming a shield and protecting the children behind them.