Tang Qing came to the surrounding wall and slowly climbed up. The wall was originally filled with many glass pieces stuck in the cement, but they were long smashed by those mischievous children over the years. Those brats even made what could practically be a 'convenient' climbing path on the posts of the wall.
At this time, the steel factory was pitch black. The massive factory in the distance, without any lighting, resembled a giant beast swallowing people in the dark. The cold wind blew through gaps and produced occasional howls. It was a bit creepy in this quiet night.
But Tang Qing was not scared. He wasn't a child. He knew the natural causes of these sounds. Only those who scared themselves would be afraid of this.
