Thud!
A massive tree, so thick it would take five or six people linking arms to encircle it, crashed straight to the ground.
An elderly man with graying hair and a hunched back walked over to the tree.
His body trembled and swayed, as though a gust of wind could knock him over.
The old man bent slightly and crouched down.
Pfft!
The old man's right hand plunged straight into the trunk.
The hardwood, which had grown for centuries, was like tofu before him.
Then, with one hand, he casually lifted it over his head and dragged it eastward.
Five hundred meters to the east, logs had already been piled into a small mountain.
When the old man reached the pile, he gave it a casual toss. The enormous seven- or eight-meter log, complete with its massive crown, shot up onto the five-meter-high mountain of timber and landed neatly on top.
Ignoring those carrying Door Panel Choppers to trim the crowns, the old man hunched over again and tremblingly made his way toward another fallen tree.
Tsk, tsk...
Chen Mu could not help shaking his head.
I judged by appearances again.
In his previous life, if a driver knocked down such a frail, dying old man, the driver would break down in despair, because the old man would be finished.
But if the old man he hit came from Jilong Dao Lower Courtyard, the driver would still break down in despair, because things could very well end with the car wrecked and someone dead.
The driver dead!
Chen Mu had joined the Pioneer Team nearly a month ago.
Gripping a door-panel-sized chopper in his right hand, he casually hacked at the roots.
Screech!
The trunk, a full meter in diameter, was effortlessly severed.
"Why didn't you join the Hunting Team?"