The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Back in the dormitory, Feige quickly fell asleep.

Soon, it was dawn.

The person in charge rang the bell again, and everyone got up. Ya Ya was still sleeping, so Fei Ge pulled her out of bed and quickly dressed her.

She quickly carried Ya Ya out.

"Here!" Fatty called out.

Feige carried Yaya over, and soon the person in charge arrived.

"Today, I'll practice running, running 20 laps around here."

The open space was big enough that all the children lined up and ran after each other.

After running a few laps, some of the children couldn't run anymore, so several people took whips and beat them, and those children died on the spot.

Ya Ya couldn't run anymore, so Fei Ge simply put her into his spatial dimension.

Finally, after completing 20 laps, Feige was completely out of breath.

Fatty, Xiaojia, Xiaohu, and Liu Xu were so tired that they plopped down on the ground.

"Get up quickly, those people are coming!" Fei Ge said hurriedly, and all four of them got up.

Those with whips left.

It was lunchtime, and everyone took a break. The meal consisted of steamed buns, porridge, and a meat pie.

Back in the dormitory, Feige let Yaya out, gave her some food, and Yaya fell asleep quickly after eating.

"worn out,"

"I can't run anymore."

"My legs aren't even mine anymore."

"I want to go home"

……

Everyone expressed their own thoughts.

"Stop fooling around, let's wait two more days, then we can go back. Go to sleep, I don't know what to do this afternoon."

The four of them quickly climbed into bed and soon fell asleep.

An hour later, the bell rang again outside, and several people quickly got out of bed.

Feige simply put Yaya into the space, since there were many children and those people weren't counted anyway.

Once outside,

"In the afternoon, I'll run again, 30 laps, then rest."

It was dark when I finally finished the run at 3:30. My legs were so tired from running all morning, I couldn't run anymore.

Some children collapsed and were then whipped.

Dead children were simply dragged to mass graves and thrown away.

That night, the group lay in bed and quickly fell asleep.

"Master, let's go cause trouble!"

"Walk"

Feige went to the steward's room, where he was drinking wine, seemingly without much interest.

Feige put another pill in, and soon the manager collapsed to the ground. Feige went over and gave the manager a good beating, smashing a wine bottle on the table directly onto the manager's head, causing him to bleed profusely. Feige glanced at him with disgust. There was a sword on the manager's bed, so Feige took the sword, turned it on the manager, and cut off his head with one stroke, then threw his head into the dam.

Then he patted his butt and left.

As dawn broke, the bell ringer came out, saw a head, and was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Several Tartars with whips arrived. Seeing the person lying on the ground in the middle, along with a head, they quickly ran to the steward's room to check. When they came out, they chattered away in a lot of languages.

"Wu Tang, what did they say?"

"The person in charge died. They said he was useless and they'd find someone else immediately."

"Oh shit"

Feige appeared behind the men with whips, kicking each of them once, sending them flying. After a moment, they all crashed to the ground, smashing through the stones beneath them.

"Hehe, serves him right," Wu Tang thought to herself, quite pleased.

With the supervisor dead, the man with the whip was dealt with, and the bell-ringer chickened out.

"Kids, come on, beat them up! Let's settle our scores and grievances, okay?"

After Feige finished shouting, the children surrounded the man and started punching and kicking him.

"Pick up the whip and whip it!" Fei Ge shouted.

Then a child picked up a whip and started hitting the man. With one lash, the man foamed at the mouth and died instantly.

The Tartars were groaning on the ground; they couldn't move, their backs were broken.

Suddenly, a child came running with a whip, and they were frightened.

The child walked over, slapped the person hard across the face.

"Ah!" He covered his face, then another whip lashed his lower body, crippling his third leg.

"Ah," he cried out, and then fainted.

No one else escaped either.

In the end, everyone died.

"Alright, you're all free now. Go home, go back to where you came from."

The children didn't move.

"What's wrong? Going home?"

We don't know the way.

"Forehead"

"So, is it your own home address?"

"Know"

"Okay, tell me your home address. Someone who can write, please help me write down the address, including your name."

Soon several children came out.

"I can"

"I can"

……

"Alright, go to the steward's room and get a pen. There's nothing to be afraid of. He's a bad guy, and he deserves what he got."

The children ran to the room where the steward was, saw the body on the floor, kicked it open, and quickly retrieved paper and pens.

The children lined up and came one by one; it was all done in half an hour.

Feige took the address and looked at it; actually, she was showing it to Wutang.

"Alright, come with me, I'll take you home."

Stepping out of the courtyard gate, one sees a bustling street.

"Master, please go to the left."

Wherever Feige went, the children followed. Soon they were out of the city gate. The children lined up one by one and passed through the streets. The people didn't find anything strange about it, probably because they had seen it many times before.

After leaving the city gate and walking for an hour, they arrived at a small town, where Feige stopped.

"Walking is too far, let's find a carriage, we know how to drive one."

Several children raised their hands.

"Okay, let's go find the carriage. Don't worry, I'll pay."

Soon, Feige bought five horse-drawn carriages, each carrying 20 people.

The children boarded the carriage, and soon it set off.