During breaks from dismantling the tank over the past two days, Balin had already told them everything he had seen and heard in Great Xia.
So now, no one talked much. They simply enjoyed the food and drink.
With such delicious baijiu, time always flew.
Elder Glen shook the empty bottle hard, and the last drop fell into his bowl.
He greedily licked the bottom of the bowl clean, then looked at Balin, still craving more.
"Any left?"
"Come on, bring it out. I want another bottle!"
King Muradin was tempted, too.
He had not had enough either, and was just about to speak...
But Balin firmly refused:
"Elder Glen, we agreed at the start. Half a bottle each."
"That was the rule His Majesty set."
Muradin: "..."
He forcibly swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Wouldn't asking for more make him contradict himself?
"Ahem... Balin is right."
"Business comes first."
All he could do was wave a hand, his craving unsatisfied.
"Everyone, get back to work."
Still wanting more, everyone put down their knives and forks.
Returning to the pile of tank parts, they looked at the enormous heap and felt their heads throb all over again.
Fortunately, they were all powerful individuals. One drinking session would not make them forget how they had taken it apart.
Muradin ordered:
"Study the engine first!"
"We learned when we dismantled it that this thing uses diesel for power, driving the iron rod in the middle."
"The iron rod connects to the transmission, and the transmission drives the wheels."
"The principle isn't difficult. Let's put it back together first!"
Everyone got to work.
Several hours later.
The engine was finally assembled, and the engine oil had been poured back in.
Everyone stood before the engine, admiring their handiwork.
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