I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Qiangba Zhaxi is Qiangba Pingcuo's nephew and the actual manager of the mine.

He was wearing a brand-new windbreaker, a pair of limited-edition sneakers, and a string of Bodhi beads on his wrist.

He doesn't look like a mine manager; he looks more like a lazy rich kid.

Zaxi glanced at the documents in Gesang's hand and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Deputy County Chief Gesang, you have no jurisdiction over Qiangba's mine."

"The mining permit for this mine was issued by the autonomous region. You, as a county-level official, do not have that authority."

These words made Gesang's expression very unpleasant.

Mining permits are indeed approved at the autonomous region level. County-level authorities only have the authority to review tax and safety supervision departments, and cannot access the level of mining permits.

Gesang was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Zaxi's smile became even more arrogant, and he added another sentence.

"I advise you to be pragmatic."

"The Gongjue family's affairs are the Gongjue family's affairs and have nothing to do with our Qiangba family."

"If you insist on leading us down the path of espionage, we won't hesitate to show you the price of spreading rumors."

For a moment, Gesang stood at the entrance of the mine, caught in a dilemma.

Just as he was about to back into the car, he heard footsteps behind him.

Chen Zheng walked over.

He wasn't wearing a military uniform, just an ordinary jacket, and he was still holding that titanium alloy thermos in his hand.

Ram followed behind, having also changed into casual clothes.

Chen Zheng ignored Qiangba Zhaxi, not even glancing at him. He walked straight to the iron gate at the entrance of the mine.

He looked down at the chains and bolts, then looked up and glanced at the metal sign on the door frame.

Then he turned to Gesang and said.

"Deputy County Head Gesang, what you were just reviewing was the mine's safety supervision qualifications and labor employment situation, right?"

Gesang paused for a moment, then nodded.

Chen Zheng continued, "Safety supervision and labor employment fall under the jurisdiction of county-level administration and are unrelated to the approval level of mining permits."

"In other words, you have the full right to enter the mine and inspect the safety conditions and the workers' labor contracts."

Upon hearing this, Gesang's eyes lit up.

Yup!

The mining permit was indeed issued by the autonomous region, but the enforcement power of the Safety Supervision Law and the Labor Law lies with the county!

These are two completely different legal lines!

Zaxi's expression changed instantly.

He opened his mouth to refute, but with his sharp mind, he couldn't find any legal loopholes for the time being.

Chen Zheng looked at him, his expression remaining calm.

"Get out of the way, or you'll be obstructing law enforcement."

Zaxi stared intently at Chen Zheng, trying to find some flaw in the man carrying the thermos.

But Chen Zheng's eyes were too calm, and he ultimately had no choice but to back down.

Another reason for his concession was that he felt the situation at the mine had been largely resolved.

Those migrant workers were moved to abandoned tunnels deep inside the mine last night.

He sneered and stepped aside to make way.

"Please feel free to search."

Soon, Gesang led the review team inside.

After searching for more than half an hour, I still couldn't find any obvious problems.

The shed was cleaned spotlessly, and the bedding was neatly arranged.

Although the workers' labor contracts may have some flaws, they only constitute minor violations of labor laws.

Gesang's expression grew increasingly serious, and he glanced back at Chen Zheng.

The latter did not go with the review team.

He kept pacing around the edge of the mine, his eyes scanning the ground.

Ram followed behind, looking puzzled.

The ground was covered in pebbles and mud; what was there to see?

Suddenly, Chen Zheng stopped beside what appeared to be an ordinary pile of rubble.

He crouched down and used his fingers to brush away the surface pebbles.

The soil beneath the gravel was clearly a different color than the surrounding soil.

The color is a bit darker, and there are obvious signs of it being repeatedly trampled and compacted.

This wasn't something one or two people could create; it would take at least a dozen people, stepping on it day after day.

Chen Zheng stood up and looked into the depths of the mine, following the trail.

At the end of the trail was the half-hidden entrance to an abandoned tunnel.

The tunnel entrance was made of sheet metal and gravel, covered with a dustproof cloth, making it look like it had been abandoned for a long time.

However, the edges of the dustproof cloth are new and show no signs of weathering.

"Keep up."

The two entered the tunnel.

It got darker the further you went in.

Ram wrinkled his nose and instinctively gripped the dagger at his waist.

After walking about 300 meters, Chen Zheng stopped.

Faint human voices and coughs could be heard from ahead.

Ram immediately turned on his tactical flashlight.

The beam of light swept across, and the two of them simultaneously saw the scene at the end of the tunnel.

It was a temporary detention area enclosed by iron fences.

There were more than a dozen people squatting inside.

They were all dressed in rags, and their faces were sallow and emaciated.

Several people had deep red marks on their wrists and ankles from being bound by chains; the skin was torn and the original skin color was no longer visible.

Some people had obvious scars on their faces, and one person's eye socket was so swollen that it was only a slit.

Ram's flashlight beam slowly swept across the faces of these people, then suddenly stopped.

In the corner, a young Tibetan man in his early twenties was squatting.

He was so thin he was practically just skin and bones, with high cheekbones and sunken eyes.

But unlike the numbness of those around him, a trace of stubbornness remained in those eyes.

Ram recognized him.

The old woman's previous description was: in her early twenties, with thick eyebrows and a mole on her left ear.

All of them are correct.

"Tsering Wangdu?"

Upon hearing this, the young man raised his head.

"Are you... here to rescue us?"

Ram burst into tears on the spot.

She tucked the flashlight into her waistband, rushed forward, and began to pry open the locks on the iron fence with her bare hands.

The latch was made of steel, and Ram tried to pry it open, but couldn't.

Chen Zheng walked straight forward, grasped the lock with his right hand, and gently twisted his wrist.

With a snap, the iron lock broke.

The moment the iron gate opened, the laborers inside were stunned.

Then, some people started crying.

A man who looked to be in his forties collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders heaving violently, but he couldn't make a sound.

When Tsering Wangdu was helped out by Lhamo, he was so light that it terrified Lhamo.

She could support his back with just one hand, and through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could clearly feel the outline of every bone.

The illegal detention over the past six months has reduced this once robust young herdsman to less than 100 pounds.

Chen Zheng stood at the entrance of the tunnel and took out his phone to take photos and videos.

Every face, every scar, every mark left by the chains—all are recorded.

Then, he dialed Gesang's number.

"Deputy County Chief Gesang, come down here and bring your people."

Soon, Gesang led the inspection team down the tunnel.

He walked very fast, almost jogging as he came.

Upon seeing the detention area, Gesang froze on the spot.

A dozen or so people were squatting inside the iron fence, locked up like livestock.

The ground was covered with straw, and in the corner was an iron bucket filled with excrement, which reeked of foul odor.

"brute……"