"Damn, it's like entering a paradise!" Liu the Tyrant rubbed his shiny bald head and grinned. "Looks like the brothers are in for some luck!"
"Stay put and get into the factory, quick!" The prison guard wielding a shotgun motioned at everyone.
Everyone, feeling helpless, could only move forward, one behind the other. The prison authorities had shackled their feet to prevent any disturbances or escapes midway. Once they stepped into the factory, the heavy doors slammed shut behind them. Inside, there were three production lines, each line had about two hundred seats filled with various parts.
"Shit, why close the door just for work, damn, a bunch of perverts!" Daxia spat towards the door. Haozi, who had been silent, seemed to have a bad premonition. Soon, the factory supervisor laid out the day's tasks and left, leaving hundreds of prisoners to work.
