Weston's eyes, full of authority, swept across his subordinates.
"I mean everyone on this island. The ones you dragged back as slaves, the ones who mysteriously vanished, l don't care what methods you use. There were originally 15,000 people on this island. I want to see at least 8,000 of them here!"
Weston's weighty command made the expressions of the men behind him shift uneasily.
"Weston, are we really going to free those people?" one of them asked.
"If we stop using them as slaves, what will we do afterward? Those two just said a few words in passing, I don't think we need to take it so seriously." A burly, bearded man stepped forward, fixing his eyes on Weston.
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