"Then apparently, the metal has become available," I replied, rolling my eyes.
Yuche didn't wait for the discussion to continue. Gates tore free from hinges. Window bars twisted out of brick. Rebar ripped through cracked foundations, while abandoned cars shuddered as their frames separated from the rest of their bodies.
Metal streamed toward the road from every direction.
Lingyun stepped closer until his shoulder nearly brushed mine, his attention following the stream of metal tearing itself out of the abandoned houses. A gate twisted free from its hinges and passed over our heads, followed by half the frame of an old car, and his eyebrows slowly climbed as the pile around Yuche continued growing.
"That's going to be a lot of rods."
"Hopefully."
"What are we doing with all of it?" he asked, turning one hand palm-up toward the metal as if he expected the answer to be sitting somewhere inside the mess.
"Putting it in the ground," I replied without looking away from Yuche.
