Upon hearing Anna's statement, the guards rushed toward them, brandishing their swords at the teenagers' bodies.
"Be careful and stay together, there
are more of us than them!" Anna shouted, directing the other slaves as they remained out of reach of the adults.
As they got close to them, they quickly made cuts in the slaves' bodies, causing them to bleed or, for the most unfortunate, die. However, being so close, they were surrounded by the teenagers, who attacked them until they were knocked down and their weapons were taken away.
"We need more weapons if I don't want more people to die. Everyone has to hurry," thought Anna, grabbing a sword and instantly cutting off a guard's head.
The few guards who were present at the time were surrounded and killed in cold blood, although the slaves fared no better, with a few losing their lives in the encounter.
"We have to hurry, reinforcements are coming!" warned another teenager, who was carrying a child on his back.
"Anna!" shouted Ghislaine from behind, who had been delayed by other guards earlier.
"We have to hurry, if that woman comes, everything will fail," she said, feeling a chill as she searched for the woman who had caused the previous escape plan to fail.
Anna nodded, hurrying and helping the children move faster.
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Meanwhile, Jumyeong ran inside the "orphanage," found other slaves, gathered them together, and went straight to the warehouse where the weapons that would help them escape were kept.
When they arrived, they saw a thick door with locks, designed to prevent others from entering. Instantly, everyone turned around and saw Jumyeong, who had previously asked Qi for access.
"Step aside," said Jumyeong, standing in front of the door, preparing to strike with all his might and force the door open.
When he was ready, Jumyeong struck the door hard, causing it to burst open with a loud bang, revealing its interior. Inside were various weapons such as swords, daggers, and spears.
"Quick, grab something and carry what you can," ordered Jumyeong, who had picked up a sword and daggers, putting them in his waistband to store them.
The group of eight quickly grabbed the weapons, mainly swords as they were more familiar with them. When they finished arming themselves, they were ready to leave, but outside, some guards were already waiting for them, determined to kill them.
"Kill them all, leave no one alive!" shouted the leader, lunging at the teenagers, ready to kill them.
"Dodge as best you can, we need to be in good condition to escape!" said Jumyeong, going head-on and clashing swords with the guard in a bold move.
Quickly, everyone clashed swords, determined to kill each other. The most inexperienced received several cuts, causing them to be quickly pushed back.
Jumyeong managed to win the sword duel, pushing the slave trader back and preparing for his next attack. Thanks to the strength he quickly gained, he approached and with a great leap brought his sword down on the guard's head, cutting him in half without much effort.
"Kill the others, we need to reduce their numbers," he ordered, lunging at another guard who was about to kill a teenager, stabbing him in the back with his sword and killing him instantly.
Thanks to Jumyeong, who managed to use Qi to strengthen his body, they were able to easily get rid of the guards. After killing the last guard, they ran towards the exit of the "orphanage" with the aim of reuniting with the others.
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"Where am I?" wondered Conan, who had just woken up and felt severe pain throughout his body. "There are beds, but I don't see anyone around," he thought, looking at the empty room. "That doesn't matter, I must hurry and get out of here to meet up with the others." As he sat up and got out of bed, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his body, bringing him to his knees on the floor. "This hurts too much... Did Anna do something wrong...?" Holding his side, he made his way to the door, opened it, and heard loud screams and banging coming from outside.
Approaching a window, Conan could see a horrific scene, with many slaves fighting and escaping from the place. Seeing the corpses of the slaves with fresh blood flowing from their bodies, Conan couldn't help but vomit due to the disgust he felt.
"I need to hurry," he said, feeling the pain in his body intensify as he vomited. "Wait for me a moment, I'll go now!" he convinced himself with courage, ignoring the pain as best he could and running outside.
As he walked away, he could hear several people entering the room he had been in. After a few seconds, he could see them leaving, and before they could catch him, he managed to hide. Looking in that direction, he could glimpse the woman who had burned his neck on the first day he arrived, causing him intense phantom pain in his neck as evidence of that day's trauma.
"Find him and capture him! By interrogating him, we'll find out who organized this!" said the angry woman to the men who were now running in the opposite direction from where she was. As he looked out the window at the scene of blood and death, he said, "I need to call for backup now," walking steadily in the opposite direction from where the men had gone.
"I need to tell Anna this. If they call for more help, we won't escape," thought Conan, turning around and running as fast as he could out of the place.
After a few minutes of running, he heard footsteps approaching him. Sharpening his senses, he realized there were several of them. Peeking out a little, he could see that it was Ghislaine and the others. Happy to see them, he called out to them.
"Ghislaine!" he shouted, running toward them while raising his hand to get their attention.
"Conan!" she said, leading the group and approaching the boy. "We thought you were dead after those people took you," she said to the boy with a smile, happy to see him alive.
"No, I was in another room, but they're looking for me. We have to go," said Conan, his voice filled with emotion at seeing his friend.
"Yes, we were just about to go outside. Anna was with the others, so we have to hurry. But first, take this," she said, pulling a dagger from her waist and handing it to Conan.
"Huh? Why are you giving me this and not a sword?" he asked curiously about Conan's choice of weapon.
"Swords are too heavy for you, so use this," he said, before starting to run without letting the conversation continue.