"Boss."
Lao Zhang, the security guard, called Jiang Xiaobai from the guardroom's landline, his forehead was already sweating with anxiety.
"Something's wrong, boss, a bunch of thugs have arrived and they've blocked our factory gate, you need to come quick, they're likely to force their way in."
"Lao Zhang, don't panic; call the police immediately, I'm on my way."
Jiang Xiaobai had been having dinner at Qin Xianglian's place when he received Lao Zhang's call. Unable to finish his meal, he hung up and immediately left Qin Xianglian's home.
Following his instructions, Lao Zhang promptly called the police. Twenty minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai had already arrived on the scene, but the police hadn't.
The riffraff from the streets each held baseball bats, some losing their patience, ready to break in; however, they seemed to be waiting for something.
