It's over ... it's all over...
I'm a little concerned about Lang Tou.
We should check the site.
Goodness gracious me! Did you guys detonate a huge bomb or something?
Those two really don't get along.
There was some noise during the wee hours at this place. We came here and ... this is what we found.
Eighty percent of our construction material stockpile and pre-fabs have been damaged! How are we supposed to build anything?
Look on the bright side of life, dorknerd. We're in the wild hilly countryside. Things get broken all the time. Tell your bosses you'll have major delays. They won't blame anyone.
Happy now, Mister Lang Tou? Speaking of which, this sabotage looks pretty familiar to me.
You're accusing me? Why would I even move my bum and break your scrap? Blighted waste of stuff!
Maybe someone needs a reminder. Building the farm at Qingbo Stockade is going to benefit his people. This isn't just a prank. It's an act of malice that someone will regret later.
Now if someone confesses, we'll — HEY! Where are you going?!
Sod it! Saw that coming from a mile away. Your accusations are friggin' old and obvious. Just go and type your report, dork.
Hmph. Snobbish stuck-ups... Can't talk no sense to 'em.
Uh-oh. There he goes... Endmin, maybe we should talk to He Lao about this sitch.
Maybe this is the Third Dare. He makes some trouble for us and see if we can solve it. That would be a test of our skills.
If Lang Tou really wasted stuff like this, our Chief would have more than a word with him. But he's acting weird. A good fellow of his temper wouldn't just walk away and brood.