The young man nodded and immediately asked, "Can I take a look here?"
"Better not."
Wolff slowly shook his head, "There's nothing to see. The mine owner didn't rest well last night, better to return and rest soon..."
By this time, Wolff's subordinates and the skinny man's subordinates, the miners, had almost completely dispersed.
The group formed a subtle encirclement, gradually closing in on the young man.
Just as a cold gleam flashed in Wolff's eyes and he was about to say "take action."
A cold snort suddenly sounded in the field.
Then the bushes behind the young man parted by an invisible force.
A man clad in black with a gloomy demeanor and a cold, emotionless face emerged silently like a ghost.
As the man appeared, everyone's faces changed.
The once murderous atmosphere was instantly shattered.
All the miners looked directly at Wolff.
