Everyone was armed with a Metal Knife. Su Xiyue and Zhu Nanxing, the two children, had each been equipped with a small knife about thirty centimeters long several days prior.
The group passed through the barricade of cars and quickly arrived in front of a house.
The sign read "Pu'an Cotton Processing." Stepping inside, they found themselves in a main hall of a dozen or so square meters.
A cotton bow, a bamboo rake, a grindstone, and other cotton-fluffing tools were neatly arranged in a corner. On two rows of shelves hanging on the wall, more than a dozen cotton comforters sat in transparent plastic bags, stacked and untouched.
"Whoa, these comforters are so thick." Song Youxuan stepped forward and felt one. "With quality this good, why didn't anyone take them?"
"The mission is to collect cotton, not cotton comforters," Xie Ning said, coughing lightly.
