Wind Hammer Red Flame, You Two Blockheads

Jiang Hao rose early. Unlike Ning Zhiyuan, who had not slept a wink all night, everyone in the Fatui had slept well.

The Train had come to a steady stop not far from Nine Fort City, its towering gates visible up ahead.

"Shame we can't drive the Train inside. That would've been impressive." Banner Bro sighed helplessly.

"If we get too close, we might put Nine Fort City's defenders on alert."

"We're not enemies with the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. There's no need to stir up trouble now."

As Jiang Hao sorted through his thoughts, he and Owl Bro carefully packed every important Soul Tool and potion into Storage Rings to carry with them.

Yan Shaozhe stayed beside them, keeping watch.

The other, ordinary goods were unloaded from the cars one by one.

Jiang Hao looked around at the open ground before him and said thoughtfully:

"There must be plenty of places inside Nine Fort City where we could set up stalls or hold a market,

but they're all too small.

If we're going to set one up, let's make it big."

He stared at the open ground, lost in thought. Owl Bro caught on at once. "Construction, huh? That's our specialty.

Rabbit Bro, you're up!"

A burly, muscle-bound Clone poked his head out of a train car.

He was covered in oil, as though he had just finished repairing the Train. Even his screwdriver-stuffed overalls were smeared with it.

"No problem. I'll build one right here in a bit."

He spoke in a deep, muffled voice and waved a thick arm.

He watched Owl Bro and the others leave, then lowered his head. Looking at the oil pipe he had just repaired, he wiped the fine sweat from his brow.

A small Iron Hammer lay quietly beside him.