Shadow Island.
A construction site in the outskirts.
Noon was approaching; it was time for the lunch break.
Workers big and small took off their hard hats, sat beneath the shade of nearby trees, and had just picked up the boxed lunches delivered to them.
Before they could even raise their chopsticks, dozens of workers stared dumbly at the construction site before them.
In their sight, a cart was frantically hauling bricks, racing back and forth between the brick pile and the foundation. Its wheels were practically throwing sparks, while dust billowed all around!
Beside the brick pile, someone else was swinging both arms in wide arcs as he moved bricks!
In the blink of an eye, he filled an entire cart. His movements were skilled and carefree to the extreme; he did not even need to look. Every mechanical motion was flawless, as though he had reached the realm of "bricks in his heart"!
These two tireless model workers were none other than the Xiong father and son.
Heat waves rolled across the worksite. It was impossible to tell whether the terrifying fervor radiating from the two men came from how hard they were working, or whether it was simply the scorching weather. Dozens of their coworkers watched until their throats went dry.
The two worked together seamlessly, with not the slightest intention of stopping.
There was not a trace of dissatisfaction on their faces, only smiles of endless delight.
Before the boxed lunches had even gone cold, they had moved another mountain of bricks several yards high.
This was fucking absurd!
After watching for a long while, dozens of workers were left staring blankly. Even the food in their hands no longer smelled appetizing, and an inexplicable panic suddenly rose in their hearts.
They exchanged a few furtive