The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade] (Chinese name) Chapter: 4437

Wan Pojun couldn’t help but exclaim, “Mr. Ye, if you think about it this way, there’s no point in checking the faces, DNA, or fingerprints of these people today. It’s impossible to verify anything…”

The man nodded, a bitter smile on his face. “You’re right. There’s really no need for an investigation. The dead were slaves supported by the organization. They can never intermarry or escape. Because of this, we have no records in any country’s database—no fingerprints, no faces, and our DNA has been locked away for generations. After ten generations, our DNA no longer connects us to anyone outside. To put it simply, we are slaves unknown to the world. No one knows when we live or die…”

For the first time, Charlie Wade felt a deep, unsettling tension in his heart. It wasn’t fear itself, but rather a fear of the unknown power that loomed over them.

The very existence of this dead man shattered his understanding of the world.

He couldn’t wrap his head around just how vast this organization truly was.

Then he noticed the man’s expression change, as if he wasn’t fully loyal to the organization. Curious, Charlie asked, “From what you’re saying, it seems you have a lot of criticisms about this organization and the British Lord?”

“Criticism?” The man let out a bitter laugh. “I wish I could wipe out everyone in this organization to avenge my father, my grandfather, and my ancestors from the last nine generations!”

He paused for a moment, then sighed again. “But I don’t have that power. We’ve been bound by this organization since we were young. They gave us superhuman strength, but that power is also a bomb inside us. Every week, we have to take a drug that suppresses that power…”

“We can’t escape or resist,” the man said, his voice heavy with despair. “If we try, we’ll just end up dead. Our lives are tightly controlled by the organization. It’s not just me; my wife and two kids are in the same situation.”

Charlie Wade raised an eyebrow. “You have kids?”

“Yes,” the man replied, a soft look crossing his face. “When a dead soldier turns twenty, he must marry a woman chosen from the descendants of other dead soldiers. My wife is one of them, and together, we have two sons. The older one is thirteen, and the younger is ten.”

Charlie asked, “Who takes care of your sons?”

“My wife raises them,” the man explained. “But when they’re older, the older dead soldiers will train them. Once they turn sixteen, they’ll join the ranks of the dead soldiers and start working for the organization. If they survive, they can guide the younger ones.”

Marven Ye then asked, “Have any dead soldiers tried to fight back?”

“Yes,” the man admitted. “Every generation has thought about it, but it’s pointless. If we leave the organization, we only have seven days to live. Some have tried to resist, thinking they could fight off the power inside them, but none succeeded. Those who tried are all dead.”

He continued, “The organization has strict rules. If one person defects, their whole family pays the price. So, if I escape, not only would I likely die within a week, but my wife and children would be killed too. We are trapped, like slaves.”

Back then, everything was controlled by white people, and there was no chance to resist.

Marven Ye asked curiously, “Do you still know about white people and slaves? Have you learned about this?”

“I did,” the man replied with a nod. “We had many classes when we were young, so we have a certain cultural background.”

Marven Ye then asked, “Where do you usually live? Which country?”

The man shook his head and said, “I don’t really know. As far as I understand, we’ve been living in an underground base since my grandfather’s time. It’s like a small underground city. Before each mission, the organization makes a list of people and gives them a drug injection. After we get the injection, we don’t remember anything. When we wake up, it’s time for the mission.”

He paused for a moment and added, “This time, after we got the drug underground, we woke up in New York.”

Charlie Wade frowned and asked, “How did you carry out the mission? Who gave you the mission? Who guided you to the stadium?”

The man quickly replied, “It was the guide.”