Liu Qingjiang's face was pale, swollen, with a hint of bloodshot in his eyes. Wearing a safety helmet, he casually dragged a shovel by his side as he stared at the pit's center, at Lu Ban in the middle of the hole.
Liu Qingjiang raised his hand, lifting the shovel high, then suddenly brought it crashing down.
As he lifted the shovel, Lu Ban had already dodged to the side, gripping the crowbar tightly in his hand while "Testament" was loaded and ready.
However, Liu Qingjiang's shovel struck the gaps between the human heads, cracking the ground. The aged cement broke into rubble and debris, shovelled up by the iron tool and cast aside.
Then, Liu Qingjiang raised the shovel again, repeating his previous action as if he hadn't noticed Lu Ban's presence.
"Can he not see me?"
Lu Ban stood diagonally opposite Liu Qingjiang, backed against the wall, unmoving.
Liu Qingjiang just kept digging, one shovelful after another, unearthing the corpses of the workers buried below.
