They were less than ten steps apart when Wu Yongchao suddenly spun around. He held a paintbrush, and with a flick of his wrist, stabbed it straight into Ma Dingfu's chest.
Ma Dingfu clutched his chest and collapsed, his dagger falling from his grasp.
"Trying to ambush me?" Wu Yongchao gritted his teeth. "You're not even worthy!"
He was an honest man, but honest didn't mean foolish! Li Banfeng had warned him repeatedly; how could he not be prepared?
"Bastard! Did you kill Old Hu?" Wu Yongchao strode forward and kicked Ma Dingfu. The man didn't stir; he appeared to be dead.
Wu Yongchao charged straight into the boiler room and shouted to the people inside, "Open the gate!"
The people there exchanged confused glances, not understanding what Wu Yongchao meant.
Wu Yongchao wasted no more words and rushed directly to the steam valve, intending to open it.
Several boiler workers moved to stop him. "You can't! We need the Fortress Lord's orders for that."
