Because the third trial of Impacting the Soul is imminent, Tang Dong doesn't want his body to suffer any unexpected injuries, so he prepares to only look for those small foremen who are in charge of less than a hundred people.

  With a lantern in his left hand, Tongdon walked through the tunnel and entered the transfer station.

  Forcing the three miners and their foreman to throw away the cards in their hands, they stood up, with several trusted men holding iron pokers, staring at Tang Don with a bad expression, surrounding him.

  "Are you the boss here?" Tong Dun glanced at the copper plate on the broken blanket, "The stakes are not small!"

  "What do you want to do? Rob miners?"

  The foreman cursed and stormed over to Tang Don, at this time he couldn't show any weakness, otherwise it would be impossible to make those ordinary miners listen in the future.

  "I'm not robbing, I just want to beat people up!" Tang Dun's voice had barely fallen when the iron hammer in his hand swung out.

  "Beat him!" The foreman was well-prepared and very sinister. He lifted his work clothes, pulled out a dagger from his waist, but before he could stab Tang Don's abdomen, the iron hammer had already struck his mouth with a loud noise.

  Bang, the foreman's eyes rolled back and he fainted directly, his body like a dead pig, fell to the ground, and his head was also cracked by a stone.

  The trusted miners shouted and took action. In the blink of an eye, two were beaten until their heads were bleeding and they fell to the ground crying out in pain.

  Dangton swung his iron hammer, launching a fierce attack, and had no intention of showing mercy to these oppressed miners.

  The trusted followers were defeated and fled in disarray, chased by Tang Dun, and some even ran out of the assembly point, while those who couldn't escape knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

  The ordinary miners all stopped what they were doing and stared at the little foreman who had been knocked to the ground, along with his lackeys, in utter shock.

  They had also seen young people who didn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth before, but without exception, they were all dealt with miserably. However, this young man actually took down more than a dozen people single-handedly.

  "Not worth a blow, cough, I am Tonton from Morning Mist Town!"

  Tang Dun cleared his throat and repeated what he had said yesterday, then ignored the miners' reaction, slung the blood-stained pickaxe over his shoulder, whistled a lively western tune, and walked out of the tunnel.

  The miners gazed at Tangdon's back, feeling that he was really boastful. Those big bosses would never let him go, but thinking about his words, everyone still had some expectations. Unless they were idiots, who would be willing to pay the ore tax for nothing?

  One morning, Tong Dun overturned nine small workers' heads. This was because he was not familiar with the route of the dagger mine and wasted a lot of time. Otherwise, the number of defeats would be even greater.

  The gang leaders had received the news that a fierce and powerful young man was causing trouble everywhere. At first, they didn't take it seriously, after all, this kind of reckless youngster was too common. But as the news kept coming back, they were shocked, and then became impatient.

  That young man, without mobilizing his miners, alone, in just one morning, easily crushed more than 200 miners.

  The rise of any big boss is always accompanied by this bloody fight and conflict, in the mine, only a hard enough fist is everything, it is the guarantee of status.

  The foremen felt something was wrong and started to contact each other. Some hot-headed ones were preparing to teach Tang Don a lesson, while others wanted to wait and see the situation first, wondering if Tang Don was just a puppet of some big shot, after all, he single-handedly turned against so many miners and trusted followers, which was really unbelievable.

  Some people speculated that Tang Dun was a magical power user, but he didn't use any martial skills at all, just ordinary dry frame moves, so everyone couldn't tell his true strength, causing some people to dare not act rashly and continue to watch.

  At noon, Tong Dun went to the cafeteria for the first time and it was really crowded to death.

  The miners were covered in dirt, all coal dust and sweat stains, plus the hard work made most people too tired to take a bath, so the stench of sweat and body odor mixed together, almost enough to knock someone out.

  The smell of food in the cafeteria couldn't mask this smell, but the miners were used to it and squeezed towards the window one by one.

  "Big brother, I'll go get food for you!" A miner said with great enthusiasm.

  "Not on your life!" Danton refused, then his gaze shifted left to the overseers carrying black truncheons and wearing deep blue uniforms.

  They maintained order in the dining hall with eyes as sharp as hawks, and Tangdon discovered that as soon as the supervisor walked in, the miners nearby immediately fell silent.

  The foremen's power is too great, no one dares to resist them, otherwise they will be locked in a small black prison, which is absolutely a punishment worse than death.

  The miners formed twelve long queues, occasionally pushing and shoving, standing on tiptoes, staring at the iron buckets behind the windows, swallowing hard as they looked at the food inside.

  "Next!"

  It was Tangdon's turn now. Before he could hand over the plate, the chef had already scooped up a spoonful of cooked oatmeal with a large ladle and poured it onto the plate. Then, from another bucket, he scooped out a spoonful of potato soup and poured it over the rice.

  "Next!" The chef wiped the oily sweat from his forehead and loudly urged, "Hurry up, don't block the way."

  "Foreman, sit here!"

  A young miner had taken a seat and was shouting at Tongdon.

  "Is that all? How can we be full?" Tang Don put down his plate and glanced around, although the mine provided three meals a day, but this amount was too small.

  The miners have already gotten used to it and started wolfing down their food early.

  "Big brother, look over there." He pointed with his chopsticks to the right side of the dining hall, "That's where the big workers sit, the food is much better than here. If you work a bit harder, you'll soon be qualified to sit over there."

  The entire hall was a stark contrast between two scenes, with the ordinary miners on the left, who even when packed tightly together, did not dare to cross that yellow line that served as a marker.

  The big men were eating a more sumptuous lunch, their eyes constantly scanning the room, some of them spotting Downton and pointing him out.

  "Brother, although you're now a foreman too, if you want to eat well, you have to bribe those chefs. Without money, everything is useless." An old sly dog reminded Tang Don, what's the point of being a foreman? Isn't it just not having to work and getting to eat better?

  Downton shoveled a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, chewed twice and then wanted to spit it out.

  "Can this thing be eaten? It's half-cooked and has sand in it." Tang Dun frowned, he had been a mailman since the age of thirteen, had suffered a lot, and had gone hungry many times, but compared to these miners, it was nothing.

  "If we don't eat, we'll just have to starve." The miners' words were simple, but they revealed endless bitterness.

  Danton had originally intended to push the plate away, after all there was still food in his war zone, but seeing some miners finish eating and then lick their plates clean, not leaving a single grain of rice behind, he started eating.

  Why can't I bear what others can endure?

  Although Tang Dun had harvested many gold bricks in the bank of Hohenzollern, and there was also an underground city waiting for him to dig, he never regarded himself as a rich man, but still worked hard like a postman.

  After lunch, Tang Don returned to the assembly point and took a short rest.

  In the afternoon, Tang Dun was no longer preparing to beat up the laborer, but instead read books and waited for midnight to arrive, then entered the underground city through the transmission array and went all out to impact the third level of the soul.

  As quitting time drew near, Tonton noticed that the miners were getting restless, frequently glancing at the tunnel and himself.

  The answer was soon revealed. Two tall and sturdy coal miners in black uniforms walked into the assembly area, shouting with ferocious expressions.

  "Are you the new boss? Get over here!"

  Two burly men saw Tongdon sitting on a mat and spat disdainfully, "Hurry up, don't keep the old man waiting!"

  "How can we talk to our Tang Dynasty boss?"

  "Are you looking for death?!"

  The servants knew they were in a difficult position, but still stood up for Downton.

  "Are your skin itching?" The worker glared with anger and pulled out an iron pipe from under his overalls.

  "Where's yesterday's ore tax?" Another thug glared at the miners, his tone menacing. "I don't care if you've changed foremen or not, not one pound of ore tax can be short."

  The miners were so tense that their breathing was heavy, and they all looked at Tong Dun.

  "Go back and tell your big boss that from now on, we won't give you a single copper coin in mining tax." Tong Dun stood up with his iron hammer, "Get out!"

  "Haha, you dare!" The miner sneered and pounced on Tang Dong, but just as he took two steps forward, an iron pickaxe spun through the air and struck him in the chest, sending him flying.

  "Do you know who we are?" Seeing his companion fall to the ground and spit out blood, another thug was about to report their background, but Tang Dun didn't even bother to listen.

  "What's he still dawdling for? Break his legs for me!"

  The trusted followers heard this and immediately rushed forward, iron clubs flying. They had been bullied by these thugs before, but now they finally got their revenge back.

  "You little rascal, clean your butt and wait for it, the big boss will definitely make you pay! The tough guy didn't want to take a loss in front of everyone, so he covered his bleeding head and ran away."

  "Long live Downton!"

  The miners suddenly cheered up, they previously thought Tongdon was deceiving them, now it seems that he really meant to keep his promise, no longer asking for a share of the mining tax, and even providing shelter from the wind and rain.

  At this moment, Tang Don finally got the support of those ordinary miners. He believed that as long as this conflict spread out, the people who supported him would become more and more until even the big bosses, the foremen and the mine tyrants could not ignore it.

  In high spirits, Tong Dun returned to Building 6 after dinner.

  "It's all over!" Tang Don and his confidants had exchanged greetings, pulled out the key, and were about to unlock it when they saw that the dormitory door had been pried open, revealing a gap.

  Tang Dun's face sank, and he pushed open the wooden door and rushed in. Sure enough, the dormitory was like a bandit's lair, turned upside down and chaotic.

  There are signs of forced entry on the cabinet, it has been deformed, and the lock has also been pried open. The backpack that was placed inside is gone, and the magic book is also missing!

  ......

  There is still one more update today, and then it will be officially launched on New Year's Day!