Two police cars drove into Steingard Alley, and curious residents craned their necks to get a look.
"What's going on?"
"Why are there so many police officers!"
"What happened?"
"I don't know..."
The news had already reached the hardware factory two kilometers away.
James Yelric held a wrench in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat that rolled down his cheeks, soaking his stubble.
"Holy crap, I heard two police cars showed up by the dorms."
"What are they there for?"
"I don't know. The people in the group chat didn't say."
When James Yelric heard this, he froze mid-drag on his cigarette, his brow furrowing deeply.
He clenched the cigarette between his teeth, tossed the wrench on the ground, and pulled out his phone to check WeChat.
He saw that many people in the dorm group chat had posted photos and videos. Two police cars were parked in front of the convenience store on the main road.
