An ear-piercing scream rang out, but Ah Cheng didn't turn his head as he got off the roof, handing the small bucket in his hand to the old man.
The old man gave a fawning smile, "Mr. Cheng, this is premium oyster sauce, rich and flavorful, rats love it the most."
Ah Cheng nodded to show he understood, took out his wallet, and handed the old man a bundle of cash, instructing in a deep voice, "Don't let her escape, and don't let her die, understand?"
"She won't escape, and she won't die, rest assured, Mr. Cheng..."
Responding with nods and bows, feeling the thickness of the cash in his hand, the old man smiled even more broadly, "This area is desolate, it's winter, the timber mill's business has stopped, no one comes by, you can relax."
The old man had been released early from prison due to good behavior, but these two years, while still serving his sentence, he had to report to the police station once a month; if he missed just once, he'd be sent back to prison.
