They were all like Lin Fei, squatting down, waiting for the other's decision.
Lin Fei looked at the people who had captured him across the way, dressed in white shirts, black pants, and leather shoes. They were obviously some kind of influential group, as there were seven or eight people holding police batons, looking at them, each dressed the same, and behaving in such an orderly manner. Clearly, they were from some powerful organization.
At this moment, a man in a white shirt pulled over a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, her face dirty and clothes resembling that of a beggar.
"What's up with this guy? Can even beggars get into White City?" a young man asked.
"I don't know, maybe City Management let them in. It doesn't matter, we're not after some rich family's young master, we want workers. How many do we have today?" the man who seemed to be the leader asked.
Another man responded, "This is the twenty-eighth."
