Chapter 78: Holy Shit, Bin!!
Lin Guang’s calm expression didn’t change at all. Under the weight of their oppressive gazes, he stepped across the rusty iron door as if walking into his own backyard.
The interior of the factory was extremely spacious. Several broken iron chains hung down from the high vaulted ceiling, clinking softly as drafts of wind passed through.
This place had clearly been carefully renovated.
In the middle of what had been an empty factory floor, discarded shipping containers and wooden crates were stacked up, forming semi-enclosed functional zones. A few high-power portable floodlights lit the area brightly, chasing away the shadows in the corners.
Dozens of men dressed in uniform black T-shirts were scattered around. Some gathered by wooden crates playing cards, others silently wiping down the machetes in their hands.
In one corner, Lin Guang even spotted a setup resembling a simple shooting range.
The air was thick with a murky mixture of tobacco and some other indescribable odor.
As Lin Guang moved deeper, many eyes turned toward him, carrying all kinds of emotions. He could even hear their whispers.
Their voices were very soft, barely more than murmurs, but Lin Guang’s hearing easily captured every word.