Garbage dump.
Shen Yaowei and Ni Cha took off their dirty, sticky thread gloves, then removed the slick, hot latex gloves underneath, grabbing a bottle of ice-cold cola and drinking it down.
"Ah, comfortable!" Shen Yaowei belched loudly and said in English, "Cola, so-good!"
"Haha, refreshing!" Ni Cha laughed heartily. Despite being a high-ranking officer, coming to the dump to sift through trash himself was unnecessary and unpleasant, but it was his own choice!
Under Ni Cha's leadership, hundreds of Dama officers also threw themselves into the garbage dump search without hesitation.
"Change the team!" Ni Cha wiped his sweat, feeling nauseated by the stench while empathetically calling down the previous batch of officers.
Soon, the break room was engulfed by an even stronger odor.
Ni Cha's nose had adapted, and he casually washed his hands and started distributing ice-cold cola to everyone.
The group cheerfully thanked him, while Ni Cha responded with cheerful banter.
