The construction workers sent to carry out the repairs arrived soon afterward. The small team consisted of seven people, all employees of a major construction company.
This company often worked with Black Prison, including the previous reconstruction of Black Prison Tower, which had also been handled almost entirely by them.
Moreover, Langdu recognized the workers who had arrived. After verifying their faces and fingerprints, he let them in.
The blast had left a huge opening in the floor, which needed to be filled as soon as possible to prevent it from affecting the entire building.
Thus, even though it was nearly quitting time, the team was brought in to inspect and measure the damage so they could come up with a plan as quickly as possible.
Langdu stood guard at the main entrance, monitoring everyone in the surrounding area.
Recently, many members of Black Prison had been assassinated outside the organization's headquarters. Everyone in Black Prison had grown somewhat tense, so someone needed to remain stationed there.
At the same time, they had temporarily stopped large numbers of members from going home whenever they pleased. Instead, they ate and slept at the company to ensure everyone's safety.
With their wages increased fivefold, everyone readily agreed.
Langdu stood leaning against the guard booth outside the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning everyone around him.
Yet the faint sense of displeasure in his heart was growing stronger. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he could not put his finger on it.
In the end, he could not help asking, "Busen, do you feel like something's wrong?"
The underling beside him glanced around. There were not many people on the street, and most of them were women, elderly people, or men who did not look particularly strong—in fact, some were even overweight.