Chapter 352: A Group of Old Men

When Han Lei got off the carriage again, several metal shackles that had been adjusted were added to his hands.

These shackles were completely black, reflecting a cold light under the sun, with a small red indicator light on the side.

This thing is quite useful!

It’s called an electronic foot shackle, an electronic device used to monitor people’s activities, often as an alternative detention method in parole or immigration control.

This is also a typical product of modern technology’s intervention in justice, sending alerts to the management platform when triggered by crossing boundaries, tampering, or low power.

It’s said that in the Beautiful Country, it is widely used for parolees and immigrants, with about 200,000 people wearing it in 2020.

Han Lei set the base station for the electronic foot shackles in the space, controlling them through the Bluetooth network on her computer.

As soon as she took them out, Senior Four curiously asked, “Girl, what’s this?”

“Electronic foot shackles.” Han Lei squatted down and skillfully put them on Feng San and others one by one, “If you leave the designated area, it will trigger an alert.”

While speaking, Han Lei winked at Senior Four.

Senior Four understood, pulled out a dagger, and cut the hemp rope on Feng San’s wrist. As the rough rope fell to the ground, red marks were left on Feng San’s wrist.

Han Lei straightened up, arms crossed, a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, like a cat teasing a mouse under its paw.

Han Lei lightly waved her hand at him, “Alright, get up, you can go.”

Feng San staggered to his feet, his knees numb from being bound for too long.

He rubbed his wrists, his swirling eyes full of suspicion, “Miss… really?”

Han Lei tilted her head, her hair brushing over her shoulder, a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes, “Go! Go far.”

She deliberately elongated the tone, as if reciting some amusing incantation.

Feng San tentatively took a few steps forward, the rough sole rubbing against the bluestone path.

After more than ten steps, it was oddly quiet behind him.

He couldn’t help but turn around, seeing Han Lei still standing where she was, the morning sun gilding her figure, but failing to illuminate her deep eyes.

“Go on, go on.”

Han Lei waved her hand again, this time more briskly, as if she were shooing away some annoying fly.

After walking a while further, he was already dozens of meters away from Han Lei and the others.

He turned back again, seeing Han Lei and the others indeed not intending to catch up, Feng San suddenly bolted, ignoring his few thug companions.

The taste of freedom was so sweet, the old locust tree two hundred meters away was getting closer, the cool shade beneath seemed within reach—

A piercing electronic sound tore through the air with a “beep—”.

Han Lei pressed the remote control look elegantly like she was turning off an alarm clock.

“Ah!”

Far ahead, Feng San suddenly fell to the ground, the blue electric arcs from the electronic foot shackle jumping at his ankles, like a bloodthirsty venomous snake.

The moment the dust choked into his throat, he heard footsteps behind him, unhurried, step by step, like the countdown to the Grim Reaper.

Han Lei pressed the remote control, Feng San suddenly screamed, fell to the ground and convulsed.

The few displaced people near the carriage gnawing on buns, they saw Han Lei tell Feng San to leave, then saw Han Lei press the remote control.

Now witnessing Feng San falling to the ground in the distance, they backed away in horror, some even kneeling down, exclaiming “The deity revealed himself.”

Han Lei shook her head helplessly, “This isn’t a deity showing up, it’s just… a kind of mechanical technique.”

She turned to the thugs with a face ashen, “With this on your feet, don’t think about running. No matter where you run to, I can catch you back. Behave and work honestly in Canzhou for five years, and if you can reform yourselves, I will return your freedom then.”

Feng San, who had been dragged back by Senior Four, collapsed on the ground upon hearing Han Lei’s words, realizing he had kicked an iron plate.

The seemingly fragile woman in front of him had methods that were a hundred times more terrifying than the county’s instruments of punishment.

Han Lei looked at Feng San and others locked in foot shackles, her voice clear and firm.

“Labor not only creates value but also cleanses your souls. In Canzhou, you will learn to earn a living with your own sweat.”

Senior Three and Senior Four exchanged glances, though not fully understanding Han Lei’s actions, they chose to trust this strange woman leading them towards a better life.

“Get your things together, prepare to set off.” Han Lei announced loudly, “Strive to reach Qingshui County in Canzhou before tomorrow’s sunset.”

The displaced quickly sprang into action, each person harboring glimmers of hope in their eyes. Meanwhile, Feng San and others, dejected, were tied to the back of the carriage, embarking on their unexpected journey of redemption.