"What?"

"Ten minutes?"

"I said, brother, what are you doing?"

"You want to build a coffin in ten minutes?"

"Is it really so easy to beat a coffin?"

"Or do you think that carpentry is just like playing tricks? Just put mud on the ground and make a coffin?"

"You, if you are in a hurry to hit the road, go find a piece of land by the river, take this tow, dig a hole and bury yourself."

"However, I estimate that even if you dig a hole, your ten minutes won't be enough."

In the shop, the carpenter was still watching TV. When he heard what the man in front of him said, he became anxious.

They are carpenters who do fine craftsmanship.

To ask him to build a coffin in ten minutes would not only be an insult to the object of the coffin, but also an insult to their carpenter profession.

Angry in his heart, the shop owner immediately waved his hand, telling the man in front of him to get out of here and not to cause trouble for him here.

Bang~

As soon as the shop owner finished speaking, he heard a loud crash.

The man in front of him slapped his palm on the long table in front of him.

In the uproar, sawdust flew into the air, and the square table half a person's height turned into powder and shattered all over the floor.

"This...this..."

The store owner was confused at the time.

His eyes were wide open, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

That table was made of iron birch.

What is iron birch?

As the name suggests, it is wood as hard as iron.

The texture of this iron birch wood is as hard as stone.

In order to build this table, he spent several years day by day. He spent countless energy and used many hacksaws.

However, who would have thought that such a strong piece of wood would be like tofu in this person's hands and could be smashed with one palm.

The store owner couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if this palm were slapped on him.

"Ten minutes, fight or not?"

The man's condescending and low words, as if they contained no emotion, sounded again.

The store owner was already frightened out of his wits.

Faced with the man's words, how could he dare to say no? He nodded repeatedly and said in panic: "Hit...hit, I...I'll fight."

There was no way, even though he knew it was an impossible task, the shop owner still had the courage to accept it.

In order to complete the construction as quickly as possible, the owner of this shop uses local materials.

I took down all my bed boards and used them as materials to reduce the amount of manual work as much as possible.

Just like that, under the fear of death, the shop owner literally put together a "coffin" within ten minutes.

However, this is not so much a coffin as a cabinet with seals on three sides.

It was just a matter of finding a few wooden boards and nailing them together with steel nails.

After all, time is tight, and being able to do this is already the limit of this store owner.

"First...Sir, look at this...is this okay?"

The shop owner asked in panic.

In fact, he himself had no idea, because the coffin in front of him could be said to be the worst work of his life.

But unexpectedly, the man nodded.

"Um."

"As long as you can pretend to be someone."

The man replied coldly, then carried the coffin and left.

After finally sending away this god of plague, the shop owner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could finish breathing, who would have thought that the man who had just walked to the door stopped again.

The store owner's heart was in his throat at that time.

There is only one thought in my mind.

Could it be that he wanted to kill people and silence them?

After all, the other party's behavior is too suspicious. He is so anxious to build a coffin and has to put someone in it, and he is so cold-blooded and violent.

He is definitely a vicious gangster.

It is not impossible for him to kill someone and silence him for fear of calling the police.
Chapter completed!