The miners in the back, seeing that it was only a mole rat, all breathed a sigh of relief and started laughing at the miner who had collapsed on the ground.
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
Just then, more than a dozen mole rats suddenly darted out from the darkness.
"Huh, these mole rats used to be more timid than Old Wang. What's going on tonight, why are so many coming out at once?"
Pa—
As they spoke, someone raised an iron pick and brought it down hard, smacking a particularly fat-looking mole rat right on the spot.
"Heh, looks like we've got some snacks to go with our wine."
Soon after, several workers joined in the mole rat hunt.
Even Old Wang, who had been so scared he collapsed, was now clutching his iron pick, ready to catch himself a snack.
"What are you doing instead of mining? Slacking off, are you?"
The commotion drew over two constables in Flying Fish Suits.
"Sirs, here you go."
The miner held up two fat mole rats.
