Li Ming had not yet reached the large factory when he heard a sharp, piercing voice faintly carrying over.
"Xia Yuanlun, did you really hand it over to these idiots?"
"With your skills, you might as well replace yourselves with a few forging robots."
"Still using stamping forging, such an outdated method!"
As the voice continued, Xia Yuanlun's face grew darker and darker.
With a bang, he suddenly pushed open the door, and a blast of intense heat hit them. Cheng Tienan, Ding Hui, and a few other familiar faces were there.
Everyone but Cheng Tienan looked unhappy.
"Heh, Xia Yuanlun, I thought you had turned into a shrinking turtle, too scared to show your face."
Who was speaking?
Li Ming was slightly stunned before he looked down, his face turning incredibly expressive.
From behind a nearby workbench, a small red dwarf with thick arms and dense red beards on his cheeks emerged, looking sturdy and glaring angrily.
A dwarf?
