Chapter 127: Exploiting the Laborers

Ever since Feng Tianlin left, the group of black laborers had begun to grow restless. The ancient castle was filled with valuable items, and these workers would steal a trinket or two whenever they had the chance. Long Mengting initially paid them no mind.

However, these men grew increasingly brazen, eventually reaching the point of slacking off in broad daylight. How could Long Mengting tolerate this? Feng Tianlin had given explicit instructions: these workers were not to slack off, let alone sleep.

Expressionless, she walked up to one of the laborers. "Hey, you are not allowed to slack off, understood?"

The laborer looked at her with a confused expression. "I don't understand Chinese."

Although Long Mengting didn't understand him either, she realized there was a language barrier and pulled out her phone to use the translation function.

"Blackie, you are not allowed to slack off, understood?" She held the phone out for him to hear the broadcast.

Upon hearing the derogatory slur, the man immediately flew into a rage, unleashing a torrent of verbal abuse at Long Mengting. She drooped her eyelids and watched him, indifferent. Though she couldn't understand his words, the volume and intensity suggested they were quite malicious.

When the man finally stopped, she spoke coldly, "Why did you stop screaming? Tired?"

She spoke in Sunset Language—a skill she had just picked up on her phone, waiting for this very moment. The man's outburst had drawn a crowd of onlookers, and when her words rang out, everyone burst into laughter.

Hearing the provocative remark and the mocking laughter of the others, the man was incensed. He stood nearly two meters tall, creating a stark contrast against Long Mengting, and raised his hand to strike her.

The onlookers were stunned. They couldn't believe this man dared to strike the foster daughter of Mr. Wesford. If that slap landed, everyone associated with this man would likely not live to see tomorrow.

Just as everyone braced for the sound of the slap, they were shocked. As the man’s hand was about to connect with Long Mengting's face, she suddenly grabbed his wrist and yanked him toward her. The man, never expecting such immense strength from a young girl, was pulled off balance. As his head neared hers, she brought her palm down.

With a sound like a cracking watermelon, the man's entire skull merged with the ground, shattering instantly. The world seemed to fall silent in that instant; the onlookers were frozen, staring in dumbfounded disbelief.

Long Mengting’s face remained void of any emotion. She slowly picked up the headless corpse and displayed it to the crowd. "From now on, anyone who slacks off will meet a fate far worse than his."

Her voice was icy, but the laborers couldn't understand her. Helpless, she translated it again using her phone and repeated it in Sunset Language.

"Slackers! Die!"

This time, the workers understood, and the reality of the situation hit them. What had just happened shattered their worldview—a seemingly fragile little girl had casually crushed a tall man's skull? Who would believe such a thing? They instinctively backed away, staring at Long Mengting, terrified to their cores.

Long Mengting shook her head. "I am not interested in your terror. I want you to work!" She took a step toward them.

The crowd panicked. Someone shouted, "Run!" and they all bolted like madmen, desperate to get away from her.

Long Mengting watched them calmly. "Humans are only capable of this." She had seen too many cowardly humans and had long since judged them as an inferior species. She felt fortunate to be a supernatural entity.

Could these people escape her clutches? The answer was, naturally, no. A normal human could never match the speed of a B-rank supernatural entity, though Long Mengting seemed to have no intention of chasing them; she merely watched them with indifference.

"Boom!" An explosion erupted. A man running in the lead was suddenly blown into a mist of blood that hung in the air.

Everyone stopped dead, stunned. How were there landmines? They turned to look at Long Mengting in unison.

She was looking down at her phone, speaking nonchalantly. "I forgot to mention, aside from the castle grounds, the rest of the estate is buried with sixteen thousand landmines." She looked up and scanned the group. "I won't stop you from running, but you must be careful." She had learned these phrases in Sunset Language just moments ago.

"Sixteen thousand landmines?" One man clearly didn't believe it. They had been in the estate all day; how had they not seen anyone planting mines? And sixteen thousand? It was impossible.

He swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead, and mustered the courage to take a step forward. Nothing happened. He immediately let out a loud laugh. "Hahaha! There aren't that many mines! This little devil is just trying to trick us!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a teddy bear toy scurried over and latched onto his leg.

"What is this? Get off!" He kicked out, trying to shake the toy loose.

At that moment, another explosion echoed. The man who had just claimed the mines weren't that extreme was gone, replaced by a bloody crater in the ground.

When they looked at Long Mengting, she was back to playing on her phone. Seeming to notice their gaze, she looked up and said, "apologetically," "Oh, I forgot to mention again. Besides landmines, there are smart-tracking bombs imported from the Lighthouse Nation that lock onto anyone trying to escape. Feel free to try them."

If it were just landmines, one might still hold onto a sliver of hope or luck, but smart-tracking bombs...

In such a short time, three people had already been killed. The laborers were finally subdued. They obediently returned the way they came and went back to their work stations.

Long Mengting simply nodded and went back to her phone. By nightfall, the workers were exhausted, but she had no intention of letting them sleep. "I'm watching from right here. If any of you rests for even a moment... heh heh."

Her cold laughter echoed in everyone's ears—she was a true female demon.

Fernanda, scrubbing paint with great effort, whispered to the man next to him, "I am so tired I can't keep my eyes open. What should I do?"

The man beside him looked equally desperate. "If you don't want to live, go ahead and sleep. I, for one, don't dare." He leaned closer to Fernanda. "I don't believe that Chinese girl doesn't sleep. No matter how powerful, surely a human can't go without sleep?"

Fernanda nodded. It was true. Besides, children needed more sleep than adults; there was no reason she could outlast them.

Five hours later, it was nearly dawn. Long Mengting showed no signs of fatigue; she looked at her phone, occasionally laughing at the content, appearing as energetic as ever.

"Damn it, are all Chinese people like this? Being able to fight is one thing, but they don't even need to sleep?" The man next to Fernanda was at his breaking point. His eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark circles, and he was clearly reaching his limit.

He was anxious, but Fernanda was even more so. "God knows what's going on. That Chinese girl doesn't look like she has any intention of sleeping."

After he said this, the man next to him stared at him for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Forget about the Chinese girl. How come you don't look the least bit sleepy yourself?"