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Between the trees, two grown men were pulling a thick rope, bare-chested, moving forward bit by bit, like boat trackers on the Volga River.
"Why did you come to find me for this kind of thing?"
"You were the closest, and we're about even. After it's done, I'll split it in half with you. You pick first, how about that?"
The man with the beard felt somewhat unsure, always feeling that he had been tricked into doing hard labor for nothing. He asked again, "Is this thing valuable? I have never seen it before; it just looks like a piece of green stone to me?"
"Trust me, even if I split it in half, there's still a hundred thousand dollars in it."
Bi Fang revealed a confident smile, his shining white teeth so dazzling that the man couldn't keep his eyes open.
Could that be... youth?
Cough cough.
Misjudgment.
Mugalen rubbed his eyes, always feeling that smile was up to no good.
