The morning sunshine has not yet completely dispelled the darkness of night, and an icy chill is filling the South African land.
The entrance to the Red Earth Mine is closed by a huge iron gate with bloody contract lines engraved on it.
A sharp crack of a whip broke the silence, and the slaves in the mine were awakened. They crawled out of their simple shacks and dragged their tired bodies to their respective workstations.
Xiao Chenyuan walked at the end of the team. His face was haggard, but his eyes were shining with unyielding light.
He was wearing a shabby linen shirt and worn-out straw sandals. His body was thin and his face was covered with dust and sweat.
But there is an indescribable power hidden in those black eyes, which is his desire for freedom and persistence for the future.
The mine supervisor, Carlos, a tall, strong man, stood at the entrance of the mine with a whip in his hand.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, scanning every slave that passed by.
Carlos raised his whip again, and the sound of the whip echoed like thunder in the mine. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.
"Hurry up, you losers, you have to work harder today, or you will look good!" Carlos's voice was low and majestic, echoing in everyone's ears.
Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and slowly walked towards the depths of the mine.
