The low-tier foreigners looked much worse than Seon-Hyeok expected. They were frustrated by their uncertain futures and terrified after being recalled to this chicken coop-like fortress.

“At attention! Salute the earl!”

“Forward!’

They saluted upon hearing Gibson’s command, but their voices showed no fighting spirit.

It was not strange, as even the mid- and high-tier foreigners living in the capital faced immense pressure. Seon-Hyeok could not begin to imagine how these foreigners in front of him were treated, as it paled in comparison to the lives of luxury normally enjoyed by the more fortunate.

He guessed that they would have been unable to hide and were discriminated against by both superiors and comrades. Perhaps the weak-hearted among them had even been ostracized by their own subordinates.

The signs of harassment were clearly visible on the foreigners.

Their dead eyes and droopy shoulders gave the appearance of invalids.

“Tsk.”

Seon-Hyeok unknowingly found himself clicking his tongue given their serious condition.

Flinch.

Perhaps they were unaware that he was a foreigner, as his face was covered under his helmet. The foreigners in front of him recoiled, thinking they had disappointed this commander.

Seon-Hyeok...