Under the dim moonlight, the construction site was deathly still.
Only a few dim, yellow lamps swayed in the wind,
casting mottled shadows across Zheng Qifeng's anxiety-ridden face.
He stood in a secluded corner, clutching his phone as if it were his only lifeline.
His finger hovered over the dial button, trembling slightly.
Beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks,
dripping onto the dusty ground and vanishing instantly, leaving only a tiny wet mark.
His breathing was ragged and heavy, his heart pounding violently in his chest.
The THUMP-THUMP sound was like a frantic drumbeat,
hammering against his eardrums again and again.
Zheng Qifeng knew he was standing at a dangerous crossroads.
One wrong step, and he could be doomed beyond recovery.
The White-Red Empire's malicious intentions were crystal clear.
They intended to use him and his compatriots from the Great Xia Empire as worthless cannon fodder,
