The One Pulling the Strings

After speaking, Didak grabbed Bo Fei and squeezed from the back of the crowd toward the front, charging forward with all his strength. For a moment, people stumbled over one another, and curses rang out without end.

"Hey! Who shoved me?!"

"Damn it, which shameless bastard is grabbing my ass? Let go!"

"Damn it, who stepped on my foot? Get off, I'm wearing new shoes!"

Bang bang...

Though he was starving, Didak's physical advantage was still obvious. His explosive strength was considerable. Relying on that, he went through quite a bit of effort to shield Bo Fei. Amid the crowd's sudden chorus of boos, he successfully squeezed his way to the very front.

Then he rushed to the table where Miners were being registered and met the man in charge of registration.

Didak saw that he was a sallow-faced middle-aged man, looking at him with a somewhat pitying expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Didak asked, confused. Too lazy to think about it, he tugged Bo Fei beside him and said to the sallow-faced man, "Hey, Thirteen Mine is hiring people, right? And the pay is fifty percent higher than elsewhere, paid daily, right? If that's the case, the two of us are signing up now. My name is Didak, and his is Bo Fei. Write down both our names, quickly."

The sallow-faced man glanced at Didak, gently set aside the Goose Feather Quill dipped in ink, shook his head, and said helplessly, "Sorry, I can't write down your names."

"Why?!" Didak glared at him. If he knew how to write, he truly would have wanted to snatch the Goose Feather Quill and write down his own name. He questioned the sallow-faced man, "Aren't you here specifically to write names? Why can't you write ours? Do