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Machinery roared at the construction site in the city center.

Zhen Bei wore his safety helmet crooked as he busily dragged rebar into place. Sweat soaked through his back, leaving a layer of white salt stains. He smacked his lips and cursed the weather a few times. It had just been cloudy and pleasant for work, then in the blink of an eye the sun came out. It was hot as hell, and sweat running down his cheeks washed through the dust, making him itch terribly.

The foreman wished he could become Zhou Bapi and work every laborer to death, because only when the workers labored did he make money.

The tower crane malfunctioned, and the foreman cursed nonstop, foul language pouring from his mouth.

Not bad. It was rare to have time to sit down and rest.

When there was no wind atop the building more than ten stories high, the heat was unbearable. Zhen Bei grabbed a shady spot, took off his shoes and gloves, removed his battered helmet, and lay down. He did not want to move in the slightest.

Several workers beside him were playing on their phones when they saw a news report with pictures of the fallen dragon in Chuanggou Village.

"Fake. What kind of photos or videos can't be made these days? It was far away, and the pixels were low."

"Exactly, exactly. How could there be dragons in this world?"

"Our elementary school teachers taught us that it was all leftover feudal superstition, nothing worth keeping. How could the appearance of several animals stitched together possibly be real? A couple days ago, there was even an idiot saying a dragon cut his foot while he was swimming in the river. Hahaha~"

"Lots of Great Generals in ancient times slaughtered dragons. They were