After Qi Xiaotian entered, a second, then a third and a fourth crew member followed right behind.
In just a few moments, over a dozen crew members had scrambled inside. Once they were all through, Billson, who had been waiting anxiously off to the side, turned his gaze to Fang Chenyi.
"Boss, can I go in now?"
Fang Chenyi said nothing, merely nodding. Permission granted, Billson immediately scrambled inside.
Glancing at the taut ropes, Fang Chenyi followed them inside as well.
This time was different from before. Once inside, Fang Chenyi sat directly in a small iron cart fitted with wheels.
The cart was tied securely to a rope, and outside, there were several large, man-powered winches. Once Fang Chenyi was seated, he picked up the walkie-talkie from the cart and said a single word: "Lower."
Instantly, the crew outside responsible for his cart began to rapidly turn the winch, and the cart started to slowly descend.
