As long as he can take down this middle-aged man the moment he attempts any mischief, he can successfully gain Master Mang’s recognition. From then on, promotions, wealth, and prosperity would be within reach!
The young man didn’t hesitate for a moment, immediately grabbing a stone from the ground and stuffing it into his bosom before quickly catching up with Mr. Li.
After a day’s mining, the pickaxes had to be handed in and would be redistributed the next day.
Just seconds after that middle-aged man sneaked into goblin car No. 10 alone, Mr. Li and his predetermined henchman arrived promptly. He eagerly scanned the inside of the carriage, hoping to locate the middle-aged man who might be planning sabotage.
Looking around, he found no one inside the train.
Upon a closer look, the middle-aged man had already nestled into his fridge, found a spot by the door, and laid on the floor ready to sleep.
Mr. Li looked at the scene, bewildered, thinking, what’s going on? You acted all sneaky like someone planning to do something shady, only to come back alone to sleep?
In his daze, he seemed to see his dreams of wealth and glory shattering, and he murmured in some disbelief: "You weren’t here to sabotage?"
The middle-aged man lying at the fridge’s entrance heard the voice, lifted himself to glance back at Mr. Li and the other, then lay down again in a comfortable position, his voice filled with exhaustion.
"If you’re going to pull tricks, don’t involve me."
"From the first moment I saw Master Mang, the word ’loyalty’ appeared in my mind."
"In this life, I could never do anything harmful to Master Mang or the Constant Star. Alive, I’m Master Mang’s man; dead, I’ll be his ghost. If you’re planning something, stay away from me. I just want to mine."
Mr. Li frowned deeply. Are you talking nonsense? You look shady now and yet you speak full of loyalty?
"Um..." The young man beside Mr. Li carefully pointed upward, speaking weakly: "Mr. Li, maybe you should look up."
Mr. Li, not knowing what was going on, instinctively looked up and stood silently on the spot, expressionless.
He checked carriages No. 7, No. 8, and No. 9, then hopped off the wagon to the riverbank, staring despairingly at the rushing river water.
heavy machine guns...
A full ten heavy machine guns mounted inverted on each slave car’s ceiling, covering every corner, leaving no blind spots. In ten seconds, they could clear out a slave-filled carriage completely.
Easier than slaughtering chickens.
He distinctly remembered that in the morning, before mining, each carriage ceiling only had one heavy machine gun. How did it turn into ten upon returning?
He understood. After all, with more slaves, increased internal deterrence firepower was necessary to secure Master Mang’s position. If it were him, he’d do the same. But... Master Mang, aren’t you being too cautious?
Is having ten inward-facing heavy machine guns per carriage truly for deterrence?
Could it not be for a bad mood someday, to reopen fire in a flash and swap out a batch of slaves?
The young man edged closer, awkwardly whispering: "Mr. Li, should we continue our plan?"
This time, Mr. Li fell into an even longer silence. Only after a long while did he finally curse: "Plan, my ass!"
"With this situation, who the hell dares to make a move?!"
"Even a thick-skinned leader would go weak-kneed seeing those 10 heavy machine guns. There are only four heavy machine guns outside the train, yet over a hundred inside. Who the hell dares to revolt?!"
"Hmm..." The young man nodded quite approvingly: "I think so too. Then, what’s the new plan, Mr. Li?"
"What plan? No plan!"
Frustrated, Mr. Li turned to the young man: "Every day asking me for the plan; what do you take me for?"
Mr. Li took a deep breath, turned back to watch the river crashing against the rocks, calmed his mood, and slowly spoke again word by word.
"Don’t rush, give me some time, I’ll definitely think of a new plan."
"Choosing open revolt won’t work; let me ponder some more."
"Uh... Mr. Li, I actually have a plan."
"I think, right now, the Constant Star Train also lacks managerial personnel. With so many slaves, why not directly go to Master Mang and say you are talented and experienced in management?"
Mr. Li looked at the young man expressionlessly: "What do you think?"
"If the world were that simple, everyone could succeed."
"Wait for my new plan."
Inside the Constant Star Train, in the No. 5 thug carriage.
While having dinner, Biaozi chattered with Old Pig and casually glanced out at the slaves but then, his body slightly tensed, noticing something from the corner of his eye.
Seeing Biaozi’s abnormality, Old Pig followed his gaze, unintentionally twitching his lips as he saw the new nine heavy machine guns on the thug carriage ceiling before lowering his head to chew on his bun.
Hope to eat it again tomorrow.
Biaozi unexpectedly exhaled a long breath, glanced toward Ji Chuchu who was eating at the end of the thug carriage, and murmured: "Master Mang touched her last time, so the issue shouldn’t be big."
Old Pig nodded in agreement, at least indicating Master Mang had a normal sexual orientation, though with picky taste.
Otherwise, Master Mang, never playing with women nor having any peculiarities, would easily worry others about a psychological problem.
For someone with a psychological problem.
It’s possible to slaughter everyone on his train if he ever felt a mood dip.
Inside the Constant Star Train, Chen Mang watched the "Train Panel" showing the remaining 12,000 units of iron ore, worrying it wasn’t enough. He planned to sleep first and upgrade the remaining parts after tomorrow’s mining.
Then, it would be about time to upgrade to a Level 3 train.
He slept soundly and had many dreams.
The thugs and slaves within the Constant Star Train had a somewhat restless sleep. On one hand, due to the nine extra heavy machine guns overhead, and on the other, because they couldn’t quite figure out what Master Mang was thinking.
Old Pig and Biaozi, especially, nearly didn’t sleep the entire night.
It was the second night already.
Chen Mang looked at the 134,000 units of iron ore on the train panel with a hint of surprise. Today, the slaves mined 120,000 units of iron ore, a whole 10,000 units more than the previous day.
It’s only been a day.
Had those new slaves’ mining efficiency increased so dramatically?
He gazed oddly at the over a hundred internal heavy machine guns on the train’s 3D model on the control screen—could it be the influence of these things?
Spending iron ore on upgrading the "Built-in Fire Control System" wasn’t a waste after all.
Could this be a hidden Supermodel Effect?
Then he looked at the remaining parts, like the "Workbench."
The "Workbench" had previously been upgraded to Level 2 and could manufacture Level 2 Energy Stones, costing 5,000 units of iron ore to produce one.
Back then, he hadn’t continued upgrading.
Since Level 2 Energy Stones fully met his current phase’s demands, higher-level Energy Stones were unnecessary for now.
But maybe upgrade to Level 10 to see the Supermodel Effect; there’s enough iron ore now.
After consuming 6,000 units of iron ore.
The "Workbench" part was upgraded to Level 5.
"Workbench Level 5 Supermodel Effect": None.