Pei Tianci truthfully recounted the origins of this mysterious organization and the specific relationships among them.
After speaking, he shrugged helplessly, waiting for the other party's judgment.
Fang Cheng stood quietly in place.
The airborne cement dust gradually settled, covering his broad shoulders with a light gray layer.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and concrete.
After listening to Pei Tianci's confession, he did not immediately respond.
Instead, he walked slowly to the damaged load-bearing column and casually pulled out a bent rebar.
This was the main rebar embedded deeply in the foundation, nearly eighteen millimeters in diameter, and the surface was full of anti-slip notches.
Fang Cheng gripped the two ends of the rebar with both hands, applying slight force to his arms.
Crack.
Accompanied by the sound of metal fatigue, the highly resilient rebar bent to ninety degrees in his hands, then snapped like a brittle biscuit.
