The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"You idiot!" Ernest snapped. "Do you think I'm an idiot?! I'd never make a living if both of them got killed-don't worry, I've done my homework. The pillars of a hypogeum are plenty sturdy, and I'm just trying to scare them with a little bomb. It's not going to collapse."

That was what Ernest sincerely believed, but his contractors could not really agree.

No one actually knew for sure if the pillars of this particular hypogeum were sturdy. However, they could tell that Sylvie was skeptical, judging from the fact that she did not bring her team with her.

Moreover, this hypogeum had been built over a thousand years ago. Even when it came to modern infrastructure with rebars and concrete, a single explosion could still cause problems.

One of the contractors then said, "You'd best be sure about this. It's quite serious, and there might be consequences."

Ernest snapped at them again, "You're all six feet tall and then some, but you have no balls at all! People would laugh if they knew!"

Snatching a stick of dynamite from a contractor, he lit the fuse and threw it into the tomb.

Startled, everyone promptly turned to run, all while screaming that it was not their fault.

Ernest calmly trudged along behind them, snorting. "Cowards. You're all just embarrassing me now."

However, just as they got some distance away, the fuse ignited.

Boom!

rumble ensued, followed by the very earth

"It's a tremor... shit!"

promptly noticed the danger, as they were demolition experts and knew how to

Ernest snorted. "It's empty down there. Of course the explosion would

would only be effective if placed strategically and with the use of shrapnel. There would not be much shrapnel when thrown

the walls around the tomb actually conducts the shockwave effectively. It's like how different it would be if you were wearing an armor of cotton

The wisdom of the ancients have always been beyond us—I'm sure the sturdiness of the hypogeum is far

react to that. "Even if it is, the erosion of time is unstoppable. Any construction material would also wear off in time, so it's a miracle anything is intact after a thousand

Ernest started to feel

boys. No one must breathe a word about

lives at stake, and Ernest thought keeping

it, why do it

always kept an inventory of the dynamites allocated to each

argument with Sylvie, they just had to look a little further,

now was to pray that nothing