I bought a prison in the United States.

A few seconds later, he saw a dark figure emerge from behind the door; the person had been hiding in the shadows behind the door the whole time.

Lin Ge's eyes widened.

He almost walked right into the person's attack range.

If he hadn't taken cover behind the cooling tower, he would be lying on the ground right now, getting hit on the back of the head, just like Wade.

The moonlight shone on that person's face.

Wardfa!

Lin Ge immediately recognized it as Ghost Fang.

He escaped?

Lin Ge's heart sank.

Fuck!

He huddled behind the cooling tower, his back pressed tightly against the metal casing, the cold, rusty smell filling his nostrils.

His brain was racing, but every idea he tried to come up with seemed to hit a wall.

It's too late to call for help now, and even if we try to run, we can't outrun them.

Fight him?

Lin Ge looked down at his hands.

These are hands for making reports, not for fighting. The last time I went to the gym was a lifetime ago.

He has only one advantage: Ghost Fang doesn't know he's here.

After dealing with Wade, Ghost Fang didn't seem to intend to kill him and immediately headed towards the stairwell.

Lin Ge breathed a sigh of relief. If Gui Ya went downstairs, he could wait until it was safe to come out.

But Ghost Fang stopped.

The stairwell door was pushed open from the inside, and moonlight illuminated the empty door frame.

Ghost Fang stood in the doorway, looking at the door frame, then turned around, looked at the location of the cooling tower, and said mockingly:

"I see you, behind the cooling tower, come out."

Lin Ge didn't move; perhaps Gui Ya was bluffing him. But then he heard the other party say:

There's a wet shoe print of yours on the stairwell floor, even though it's not raining outside.

Lin Ge lowered his head.

He had just walked through the corridor outside the laundry room; the floor had just been mopped and was wet.

His shoes were wet, and they would indeed leave footprints on the dusty floor of the stairwell.

Ringo's throat tightened. Damn it, he should have known better than to skimp on that $200.

Fear, like a cold hand, slowly crept up his back and gripped the back of his neck.

He has experienced many embarrassing moments and desperate times in his life.

But he had never experienced anything like this before: a murderer on a dark rooftop, armed with a weapon, and his only hiding place becoming worthless.

But he still stood up from behind the cooling tower.

It's only a matter of time before we're found. Instead of cowering here waiting to die, we should stand up and face it.

At least when he's standing, he can still see the other person's face.

"It's actually Boss Chen."

When Guiya saw him, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

The moonlight shone on his face, and his eyes were so cold they seemed not to belong to a human.

"What day is it today?"

Ghost Fang's tone carried a hint of genuine surprise:

"First Officer Wade, then Boss Chen. There are more people on this rooftop than I expected. Could it be that you've already discovered my hiding place?"

"No, if that's the case, then you should at least bring one more person, or bring a gun."

Lingo remained silent, his gaze passing over Ghost Fang and landing on Wade, who lay collapsed beside the cooling tower.

Wade's body was still moving; he was trying to stand up, but his arms gave way halfway up.

"Officer Wade is alright."

Ghost Fang slung the iron pipe over his shoulder and sneered:

"I held back when I hit him with the iron pipe. If I had used my full strength, his skull would have been shattered."

He twirled the iron pipe in his hand:

"I didn't want to kill the prison guard. I knew very well that if I did, things would be different."

"People outside can tolerate prisoners killing prisoners because it's an internal matter."

"But killing a prison guard would be a challenge to the entire system."

"The system will use all its resources to chase you, and will either bring you back to the ends of the earth or kill you outright."

He looked at Lin Ge, then suddenly grinned and laughed out loud:

"But you're different. You're not a prison guard, nor a politician; you're just a businessman who bought the prison."

Ghost Fang took a step forward, while Lin Ge took a step back.

His back bumped against the rusty metal shell of the cooling tower again.

There is no way out.

Ghost Fang took another step, and now the distance between him and Ling Ge was less than three meters.

This distance can be crossed by an adult in less than a second.

I go!

A piercing alarm sounded in Lingo's mind.

Every nerve in his body was screaming for him to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

The car keys in his pocket were digging into his thigh, and he had already secretly clenched them in his hand behind his back.

Given the chance, he could gouge out the other person's eyes.

He really wanted to tell the other person that his key wasn't necessarily a bad thing!

But where are the opportunities?

The man in front of him had just used an iron pipe to knock down a trained prison guard.

He himself has hardly ever been in a fight.

"Do you know, Boss Chen?"

Ghost Fang seemed to be sharing a secret:

"I've thought about this for a long time. You're unlike any warden I've ever met before."

"You don't beat the prisoners, you don't cut their food rations, and you even give special treatment to that kid who stole the TV and that guy who drew the blueprints."

"You make them feel like they're still human beings."

He held the iron pipe up, pointing it horizontally at Lingo:

"But what you did was far more insidious than those wardens who beat prisoners and cut their rations."

"Because you make them work for you willingly."

"You make them feel that as long as they work hard, they can get out of here and live a good life."

Ghost Fang's smile became even more pronounced:

"But I know the truth. The truth is, they can't get out. And even if they did, they'd come back!"

"Because this system wasn't designed for them to get out!"

"Your points system, your factories, your 'reforms' are nothing more than carrots that make them run harder in their cages."

"Essentially, you still treat us like livestock, don't you?"

He took another step forward.

Lin Ge could smell his scent.

The smell was of blood, sweat, and industrial cleaning agents, probably bleach from the laundry room, which he picked up when he crawled out of the pipes in the basement.

"We had no grudge against each other, but you actually want me to work for you, you yellow-skinned monkey, you're really tired of living!"

Ghost Fang drew closer, tapping the iron rod in his hand twice.

Lin Ge's fingers gripped the key tightly.

His palms were sweaty, and the key almost slipped through his fingers.

He wanted to say something; negotiation was his forte, and he was very good at using language to make the other party recalculate the situation.

But at this moment his mouth was as dry as sandpaper, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

The man's eyes told him that all the business logic that worked in the conference room was useless in the face of a bloodstained iron pipe.

Then Ghost Fang took another step, and now the distance was less than two meters.

Lingo suddenly closed his eyes; he had thought of a desperate measure.