Chen Wangping nodded and said nothing more.

An hour later, the sun climbed to the middle of the sky and the weather became hotter.

Guo Qikai's face also showed a trace of impatience. He glanced at the twenty or so pieces of blue iron ore, turned around and kicked the lackey, "Go to the mine and shout a few times to see if there are any miners left."

The lackey was stunned and stood there hesitantly, "Boss, I, I'm scared."

Guo Qikai called him a coward and kicked him again, "What are you afraid of? Those things can't stand the sun. Go quickly."

When the lackey heard this, he immediately moved quickly, ran to the entrance of the mine, shouted twice, and waited for a few minutes.

No one responded.

Guo Qikai waved to the other lackeys, walked to the front of the truck and sat in.

Seeing this, the miners sitting on the ground quickly climbed into the truck bed.

It's time to go back.

Sitting in the corner of the truck bed, Chen Wangping looked at the dark entrance of the blue iron ore mine, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

After a moment, he shook his head, glanced at the more than 30 pieces of iron ore in the storage compartment, and wondered what to do when he got home.

Taking stock of your gains is the best way to divert your attention.

More than an hour later, the truck stopped and everyone jumped off the truck and ran into the outer city without looking back.

Even Old Li was no longer in the mood to joke.

Guo Qikai, sitting on the truck, watched the fleeing figures with an indescribable sense of relief. He said to his lackey with pride, "See? Without power, you'll be nothing but a pitiful creature. Even if they run away today, I can still find other miners to fight for them next time. As long as you have power, you can have everything."

The lackey nodded repeatedly, took out the notebook he carried with him and started to record it carefully.