The abandoned steel plant on the outskirts, overgrown with weeds, reaching up to the calves, occasionally a group of stray cats would dash by, startling a flock of sparrows.
The machinery, long corroded by wind and rain, was discarded carelessly, resembling corpses hanging lifelessly from tilted trees after being abandoned by their families.
On the cracked, damaged concrete floor, shards of broken glass were scattered, each reflecting the fragmented and ruined world.
A sense of desolation and abandonment hits you right in the face.
Just being near this place makes one feel suffocated, eager to escape.
At this moment, inside a dilapidated factory building, two groups were facing off.
On the west side, there were over twenty people, mostly young, led by a man about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, wearing jeans and a brown flight jacket, sporting Qi Fentou blonde hair and a pair of red noise-cancelling headphones.
The headphones were covered with cartoon stickers.
