Chapter 580: Fanatics

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In the cramped room, beds were neatly stacked, the dim yellow light swinging back and forth, emitting a sour creaking noise.

On the faded yellow walls, shadows were heavy, and outside the room, rain poured down in torrents.

"Click."

The metal spring lock snapped into the ratchet, completely locking in place.

Bi Fang closed the door, leaving everyone inside looking at each other with a mix of expressions.

Richard fell silent for a moment, then drew in a deep breath, only to choke on the dust that filled the room, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

Everyone laughed.

Richard clapped his hands, "Alright, don't just sit here, get back to work!"

Jerret muttered, "Should've said so earlier."

"Sitting cross-legged really is uncomfortable, my legs are getting stiff," Mandy complained, patting her thigh.

"Exactly, and we are running out of equipment again. I better get on with my own tasks. Oh, by the way, Mandy, have you seen my needle-nose pliers?"