3:30 PM.
Wang Ye arrived alone at the entrance of the labor tool storage.
Two guards stood at the door, smoking and chatting idly.
"...There's nothing to manage, just a few brats meting out their own justice inside. They're all bad seeds; whoever kills whoever deserves it," said the middle-aged guard with a laugh.
"It's not that I want to manage, I'm just afraid that the higher-ups will find out we're involved and that we've taken some benefits... What if we get caught?" the younger guard asked.
"Don't worry, I've been here for 20 years, this kind of thing is common. Usually, it's the young punks from the outside who get caught and continue their feuds inside. It all depends on who has the backing at home," the middle-aged guard said.
"But what if that kid really gets beaten to death in there? What then?" The young guard still had some concerns.
