Striking against the Hopper Family, Adrian Desmond expressed so frustration.
The Hopper Family is such a minor player; Adrian felt that personally taking action against them was beneath him, an insult;
But leaving it entirely to his subordinates felt wrong when it involved his little darling, and being a father who didn’t act personally seed unfair to his daughter.
So, Sixth Master was very agitated!
"Sixth Master, how about I go beat them up and chase them out of Sileria City?" 002 said.
Adrian slamd the table, "Those bastards, daring to kidnap my daughter, and just beating them up? Is my daughter that worthless?
If people know about this, wouldn’t the streets be filled with people trying to kidnap my daughter?"
002: ...
"Kill them?" 006 asked.
Adrian imdiately threw the ashtray in his hand, 006 didn’t even dare to dodge, and the ashtray hit 006 square in the chest, leaving him feeling aggrieved.
What’s wrong with Sixth Master? Could it be that his nopause ca early?
"Death ans nothing. Stabbing them to death, what kind of punishnt is that?" Adrian scanned the room with his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction, "I’m so disappointed in all of you."
Everyone: ...
"If only The Reaper were still here."
Adrian looked at his group of subordinates, reminiscing about The Reaper. If The Reaper were here, he wouldn’t be so troubled.
Sienna Johnson thought killing the Hopper Family mbers would be the most severe punishnt, but for Adrian, death ant nothing.
"Bring Sabrina Conner back to !" Adrian felt that this needed Sabrina’s involvent.
Among his people, Sabrina was the only one who could handle this task.
Marion imdiately called Sabrina, explained Sixth Master’s task, and the bored Sabrina instantly perked up, saying she’d head over right away.
...
After Sabrina arrived in Orienta, thoroughly understood Sixth Master’s needs, and considered the national conditions, she devised a punishnt thod suitable for the Hopper Family.
"...Sixth Master, now that we’re in Orienta, we should adapt to local customs and handle matters according to the rules here."
Led by Adrian, a few native Abyanabad residents listened intently, fascinated by the mysterious and exciting Orienta.
Adrian said, "Go on!"
"That scarred man inspired ; we could sell them off to illegal coal mines to dig coal..."
Adrian was dissatisfied, "Dig coal? Humph!"
"Sixth Master, I haven’t finished yet." Sabrina was exceptionally excited, "Sixth Master, you don’t know how many illegal coal mines exist in Orienta, they’re practically hell on earth.
Those sold into the coal mines aren’t treated as humans; defiance or slacking off results in instant beatings.
The coal mines are heavily guarded; if soone goes unseen for even a minute, they’ll find trouble, beatings are inevitable, and serious offenses can lead to being beaten to death. With the Hopper Family’s skills, we don’t fear them escaping."
"..."
"Look, I’ll show you how terrifying Orienta’s coal mines are... They’re even worse off than the drug lords’ farrs. Poppy cultivation is lighter, and there’s no life-threatening danger."
Sabrina took this task seriously, researching a lot of information, and Adrian was at a loss for words seeing her so enthusiastic.
"It’s too tragic; even soone as hard-hearted as George can’t help but feel pity for them."
Sabrina distributed many pictures and materials to those present; Marion had a look of utter defeat.
Is life too leisurely, making everyone bored, to the point where such manpower and effort are spent on a little Hopper Family?
Marion looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, expressing imnse gloom.
"Do they also capture child laborers from Goldland?" Adrian asked.
"Sixth Master, those aren’t Goldland kids, they’re Orienta children; they get covered in black because they go underground to dig coal."
Adrian saw children looking like little balls of coal, so barely taller than Curly.
Perhaps due to being a father, Adrian felt more kindness and pity towards children.
Just eight-year-old kids, their brains damaged beyond mory, these children couldn’t rember their hos, their eyes lacked curiosity and brilliance, filled only with numbness.
They carried baskets of heavy coal, coal that bent their spines, their small bodies hunched over, nearly bare, chanically repeating their tasks.
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