The person called Three muttered something and left.
Three had not walked far when the fat brother scolded in a low voice, "Three, bring a gun with you. If it's really human, don't leave them alive!"
Three waved the bayonet in his hand. "Big Brother, do you really think it's a person?"
The fatty glared fiercely at Three. He could only lower his head resentfully and step into the darkness.
Not everyone in their line of work could do it.
For example, Three was a quick-witted local rat.
Tomb robbers usually referred to people who were nimble and short and were in charge of digging holes as rats.
It was not without reason that Three had resentment.
He was angry that he was supposed to be in charge of drilling today, but his seat was forcefully occupied by two tall men.
Not only did they obtain much fewer things, but they also wasted a lot of time digging a huge hole for the two burly men to enter.
