At this moment, Jiang An squatted on the ground, frowning, observing the chaotic traces of fallen debris on the ground.
Wan was half-kneeling beside him, cautiously measuring every suspicious mark with a tape measure.
Meanwhile, Chen Biao and several other team members formed a circle, discussing with heavy expressions.
Chen Biao rubbed the newly emerged stubble on his chin, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He repeatedly examined the area in front of him, gradually realizing the severity of the problem far exceeded expectations.
Finally, he broke the silence, his voice deep and cautious: "Mr. Jiang, are you saying... from this height, it's impossible for these bark falls and debris marks to be caused by a heavy-duty truck?"
Jiang An slowly stood up, dusting off his knees.
His deep eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, tightly focused on the faint clues on the ground.
"That's right,"
