Linghu Wetland Park.
Beside the nameless river, there are charred soil and tree trunks all around.
The previous fire had been put out, and the torches had encircled the open space, with twenty-nine frustrated prisoners in the middle.
It's already midnight now, and it will be dawn in a few hours.
The night guard next to him yawned and looked at Old Bai.
"How soon will the manager come back?"
"I don't know."
"Where's the wind?"
Fang Chang pointed to the cave half dug by the river with his chin.
"He has classes in the afternoon and sleeps there