The other party didn't see the flying insect; he just felt a tickling itch in his ear and then it went back to normal, so he didn't take it seriously.
"Five hundred bucks, man, talk about a pie falling from the sky right onto my head, haha," the construction worker beamed with a simple smile, so happy he couldn't close his mouth, "I'm going to send the money home right now, finally, I can buy a new set of clothes for my son."
The man with green hair and a green robe turned around indifferently and walked away step by step, "Hmph, I'm afraid you won't have a life to spend it."
Not long after he left, the construction worker suddenly fell to the ground and died. A dark flying insect flew out from his nostril and headed towards the distant sky, vanishing from sight.
"Old Wang, Old Wang, what's wrong with you?" the other construction workers yelled, but no matter how they shook him, Old Wang wouldn't wake up.