The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Collapse Beneath the Rumor of Abandonment

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During this period of labor reform on the farm, they had slowly begun to get used to a life where they earned liquid supplements with their own hands, slept in peace at night, and even deep down, started to like this stable, grounded existence.

But how could Elizabeth possibly want trash like them, who had so many stains on their records?

Once the evacuation came, they would definitely be abandoned without hesitation!

That faint trace of “feeling human” they had just begun to grasp would be ripped away in an instant, throwing them back into even deeper despair than before.

All because they had already tasted hope, if only briefly.

“Hey, Isacc.” Monkey bumped his shoulder against Isaac, who was silently carrying crates, keeping his voice so low it was almost swallowed by the surrounding noise. “Do you think Boss and the others are already packing up, getting ready to leave this place?”

Isaac stiffened for a moment, then slammed down the crate he was holding with irritation, kicking up a puff of dust. “If they’re not leaving, what are they supposed to do? Stay here and wait to die?”

“Then… Then do you think Boss…” Monkey licked his dry lips, eyes full of anxiety. “Will she…”

“Will what? Take us with her?” Isaac cut him off, his tone sharp with near self–destructive frustration. “Use your brain for once! What are we even supposed to be? We were scum of society before, and now we’re just tools doing dirty work! Tools! Got it? When tools are used up or break, don’t they get thrown away?”

His words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last flicker of hope in the others‘ eyes.

Stu, once the lowest–ranking errand boy in the gang, mumbled hesitantly. “I… I want to follow Boss… If we follow her, we get liquid supplements and sedatives… We don’t have to…”

“Enough crap! Who doesn’t want to follow Boss?” Isaac snapped, turning to glare at him, eyes slightly red. “But is that something you just ‘want‘ and it happens?”

A heavy sense of despair once again blanketed the group, turning their movements into mechanical repetition.

At the same time, not far away in the shadow of a scrap pile, Scarface leaned lazily against a broken mechanical component, a blade of grass hanging from his mouth.

His only two remaining trusted subordinates–Dom, a burly man, and Fang, with a cold, sharp gaze- lounged nearby as well, equally idle.

They had been assigned to clear debris and rubble in this area, but clearly, the workload was nowhere near being completed.

“Hey. You. And you.” Fang tilted his chin toward two gang members struggling to carry stones. Finish their

work too.”

One of them, a young man called Jackal, looked up, sweat covering his face and hesitation in his eyes.

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Chapter 181 Collapse Beneath the Rumor of Abandonment

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“Scarface, there’s too much here. The two of us can’t finish it… and Boss said every team has to complete their assigned tasks on time or…”

“Or what?” Fang rose abruptly, his tall frame radiating pressure. “Are you using that woman to threaten me? If I tell you to do it, you do it. Got so much to say now?”

He stepped forward and grabbed Jackal by the collar. “What, you think you’ve eaten a few meals here and suddenly grown wings? Forgotten who used to cover for you?”

Jackal gasped for breath, his face turning red. The other young man, Bing, stood frozen in fear.

“I… I didn’t mean that…” Jackal struggled to speak. “It’s just really too much work… Boss…”

“Shut up!” The moment “Boss” was mentioned, Scarface’s anger exploded like a triggered fuse.

He shoved Jackal hard to the ground. “Boss this, Boss that. What, you all got so brainwashed by that woman that you’re turning into obedient dogs one by one?”

The commotion drew attention from Isaac and the others nearby.

Scarface wasn’t done yet. He pointed at Jackal and the trembling Bing, shouting to Dom and the others. “Watch them! If they don’t finish today’s work, nobody sleeps! Damn it, you think you can rebel now?”

“Scarface, enough!” Isaac couldn’t stand it anymore. He dropped his crate and walked over. “Picking on the weak makes you feel strong, eh? If you’ve got guts, go complain to Boss yourself!”

Monkey and the others immediately followed, forming a loose circle that pressed in on Scarface’s group.

Scarface looked at Isaac. The twisted scar on his face contorted as he gave a malicious grin. “Well, well… if it isn’t Isaac from the Black Rats. What, Black Rats is dead, so you’ve switched careers to watchdogs now? So eager to wag your tails for your new master?”

“Watch your mouth!” Monkey shouted.

“Watch my mouth?” Scarface let out a cold laugh, his voice suddenly rising with venomous mockery. “You think you lot are clean? Don’t forget what you used to be! You acted all submissive when you first saw me, like obedient dogs on their knees. Did you forget? You really think sucking up to that woman puts you

above me?”

He swept his gaze across Isaac, Monkey, and the surrounding workers who had quietly stopped what they were doing. His voice turned almost intoxicatingly cruel. “Wake up. This damn place is about to be dumped by the kingdom like trash, and you think clinging to that woman means she’ll take you along? Don’t be ridiculous. In her eyes, what’s the difference between you and us? Nothing. Just garbage waiting to be thrown away.”

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