Hunter Security Company's temporary camp, a young man turned to the middle-aged man beside him and said, "Old Chen, lend me some gauze please!"
"What for?" Old Chen asked impatiently.
"We're heading into the forest in ten minutes! Wrapping some gauze around my calves could be useful. I don't want to be carried out lying down later," the youth said.
"Right, you're pretty clever, kid." Old Chen gave a thumbs up, took out some gauze, and said, "Here, I'll give you half. The boss too, why didn't he just refuse this task?"
"Refusing is impossible; otherwise, we'd be blacklisted and then unable to buy firearms. The company wouldn't be able to grow," the youth sighed.
"What do I care whether the company grows! I'm just here to scrape by. Do you think this is something people should do? Even soldiers get injured in droves, and yet they send us security guards, who are frankly nothing more than..." Old Chen's voice trailed off as he began cursing, his eyes gradually widening in shock.
