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Typically, when people thought of slave holding pens, they imagined filth, stench, and horrifying conditions. The holding pens Caron had experienced in his previous life were like that. They were places where people died in droves from disease. The term "living hell" perfectly described those wretched places.
But something about this place felt very odd.
"Do you see this, Young Master?" Cobler said with a grin. "Our holding pens here are on a completely different level from the others. Look! Everything is run with strict and systematic management."
The holding pen they arrived at wasn't an underground facility, but rather stood above ground. It was a massive house with a large yard, surrounded by high walls. The only indication that this place contained prisoners was the barbed wire mounted atop the walls. The rest of the property looked so pristine that it bordered on extravagance.
"Good day, Boss," a clean-cut, middle-aged man wearing glasses said as he approached Cobler.
"Oh, Dale! I heard you weren't feeling well recently," Cobler responded.
"Thanks to the doctor you arranged, I'm fully recovered. I appreciate it, Boss," Dale replied.
"Of course! If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask!" Cobler said.
Caron thought this was a bizarre conversation. He couldn't understand what was going on. He wondered if that man Dale was supposed to be a supervisor or something.
Cobler chuckled darkly and asked, "Hehe, what do you...
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