When Feng Jun heard that the rails had been stolen, he was instantly furious. I'm about to start selling equipment. People have rushed here from all corners of the world, and something like this happens now? Isn't that a slap in my face?
He gathered several dozen people and flew toward the scene like a whirlwind.
Four or five people were already guarding the spot where the rails had vanished. They were all personnel stationed along the route and had now gathered together.
The guard responsible for this stretch was an Initial-Rank Martial Master surnamed Wang. The Wang Family was a small clan dependent on the Tian Family, with only five Martial Masters, but there was absolutely no question of their reliability.
He said that after it rained that evening, there had been a particularly heavy downpour. He had therefore not gone out to inspect the tracks that night. Instead, he had shared a little wine with the guard from the next section before going to rest.
Stealing rails should have made quite a bit of noise, but the rain had been loud as well and completely covered it up. It was not until after one in the morning that the two of them woke up one after another and felt they could not delay any longer. They had to go inspect the line.
Each of them was responsible for twenty kilometers. Even though an Initial-Rank Martial Master had a strong physique, walking twenty kilometers still took two hours, not to mention conducting proper inspections along the way.
When he reached roughly the ten-kilometer mark, he discovered that more than a hundred meters of rail had disappeared and immediately raised the alarm.
When Feng Jun arrived at the scene, the rain was still falling in a fine drizzle, though it