The prison guard's originally slightly closed eyes slowly opened.
He looked down at Mu Rufeng and said in a deep voice: "Send the well-excavated ores over there, where someone will calculate the weight for you specifically."
Mu Rufeng followed the prison guard's gaze and looked over—sure enough, it was indeed that platform.
"Kid, remember, before the end of the shift, you need to mine at least a hundred thousand pounds. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble. If you don't have enough, you can come find me," the prison guard added.
"Thank you." Mu Rufeng thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, thanked him, and immediately returned to the unoccupied place he was at before.
Then, he swung the iron pickaxe in his hand, striking hard onto the solid ore.
"Boom!" A crack appeared on the surface of the ore.
However, because the handle of the iron pickaxe was too short, Mu Rufeng had to exert even more force.
