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Fist was responsible for softening the soil, while Fat Catfish seized the opportunity to saturate and spill ink.
Working in cooperation, both hands were capable—wasn't the deposit and final payment going to flow in?
"Fatty! Fist!"
As the thought emerged, Liang Qu immediately assembled the two beasts into a construction team, showing them the bright prospects of Fei's Heavy Industry.
Fist clanked its pincers together, circled around foreman Fatty in excitement, thrilled to have found a new job.
Fat Catfish drooped its whiskers, not too pleased.
It had been doing well on its own—if the fish came slowly, so be it; in ten or twenty years, all the Treasure Fish it produced would be entirely its own…
Binding, binding, binding!
Liang Qu hammered three fists onto the big head of Fat Catfish, awakening its dormant spirit.
