Wang Lindong didn't have time to ponder much.
Ye Chen took out a series of absurd items from the agricultural trike.
Yellow paper, copper furnace, Peach Wood Sword, compass, Black dog blood and so on...
Didn't these items look like they were for performing rituals?
At that moment, the roar of an engine sounded.
Wang Lindong was immediately drawn to the noise.
He wished he hadn't looked—that glance nearly scared the daylights out of the man!
The source of the roar was, of course, the massive tower crane parked by the artificial lake.
At this moment, a fat and dark man, resembling a lump of coal, was hanging from the crane's hook.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't tied up; rather, he was suspended using something similar to a stunt wire used in movies, leaving the coal-like man dangling there.
This middle-aged man could move his limbs freely without being too restrained.
Dangling mid-air, his position could only be controlled by the tower crane operator.
