Bian Weiyong's grayish-white Zhongshan suit was already soaked with blood and grime. Using his good left hand, he pressed down desperately on the displaced gate linkage rod, while three veteran masters from Wugang braced their bodies against the tilted concrete base.
The roaring, low-frequency vibrations of a train hurtling along the tracks echoed like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, trampling on everyone's heart.
"The freight car weighs eight hundred tons! If this gate is off by even half a degree, it'll cause a derailment!" A veteran master from Wugang roared like a madman, pressing his entire weight against the wooden tie.
Chapter 96