One hundred thirty-one. Slide down

Following the slowly moving queue, a minute later, they reached their destination for this trip: a large hall.

The "chefs" whom Lu Li had dealt with twice left the queue, walked behind the service window, and stood in front of barrels filled with food.

The canteen began serving meals.

The queue organized itself in front of the service window, waiting to receive food.

The queue came to a halt, moving forward only slightly each time a strange shadow left with a wooden bowl in hand.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle—

Muffled, viscous, sharp, dull, the chaotic sounds of communication rose among those in the queue.

"Gurgle gurgle?"

An icy, slippery claw suddenly poked at Lu Li's shirt, and he looked down to find a small shadowy creature, less than half his height, standing next to him. It was holding a heavy and cumbersome wrench, looking up at him.

What was it asking?

Lu Li could guess: after all, it was holding a wrench, and he was holding a crowbar—they had similar jobs.