The traps Wei-ah was placing weren't as elegant as Chen Mu's. He was casually splitting apart a heavy pomelo-wood chair by hand.
Off to the side, Lu Xiaoru's heart was bleeding since that chair sold on the market for 50,000 Oudi.
Of course, Wei-ah didn't know anything about its value. Even if he had, that wouldn't have changed his behavior at all. He took the top of the longest piece of the dense pomelo-wood and nailed it onto a short, sharp stick. He then bent it and hooked a rope onto it, looping the other end onto a mechanism that could be activated. He put the trap behind an outside window with the trigger underneath the window. Anyone coming in through the window would step on the trigger mechanism. Then, the dense strip of pomelo-wood would be released in an instant and sprung straight. Such sudden, explosive power could kill some powerful beasts in the jungle.
