In just a few minutes, the cement district grew crowded and noisy.
"Hey, look. They're here again. This is like a fox guarding the henhouse—they're definitely up to no good."
"You can't say that. I heard they're planning to upgrade our district—gas pipelines, housing repairs... I don't know if it's true or not, though."
"You're a grown man, Old Wang, and you believe that? The big shots from downtown came to inspect before, and what happened? Not a damn thing. I bet they're just here to put on a show."
As the mixed chatter rose and fell, the Superpower Members cordoning off the street wore grim expressions, remaining on high alert.
Witnessing this, a repairman inspecting pipes on a street corner lifted his eyes slightly, revealing an unremarkable, middle-aged face.
A flicker of coldness and killing intent crossed his eyes. He gripped his wrench tightly, as if about to step forward.
