It would be strange not to realize something was fishy.
But…
Ordinary mines transport smelted iron ingots out, so why was this place doing the opposite?
To cover their tracks, they even deliberately used ore and scrap metal as a disguise, hauling it out daily.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never suspect there was something wrong with the iron ingots from this mine!
Ye Chutang's gaze shifted to the foreman who had just beaten the worker. She could vaguely make out what looked like a door behind him, but there was no way of knowing what lay inside.
One thing was certain, however: all the smelted iron ingots were being sent in there.
"This iron mine produces and consumes its own product. How interesting," Ye Chutang mused.
Shen Yanchuan, however, said nothing.
Hearing no response, Ye Chutang turned her head.
"What do you think—"
Something cool and gentle brushed against her forehead.
Ye Chutang froze.
