The factory was not lit, and it was quite dark, making it difficult for Watanabe Shun to see clearly. Several partitions stood on the first floor, with a pile of containers at the far end. Hundreds of people were crammed inside, engaged in an indoor battle, unloading their magazines as soon as they met; muzzle flashes were everywhere in the darkness.
"This seems pretty intense," Watanabe Shun whispered, "They're fighting fiercely!"
"Of course, I know that!" Minamoto Tamako was on the verge of panic, "I'm asking if you've seen Mr. Fu Jian!"
"No, I haven't..."
Watanabe Shun thought to himself that it was pitch black inside, and he wasn't an owl, so how could he recognize anyone?
Minamoto Tamako frantically pulled out a pink flip phone, intending to call for reinforcements, but there was no signal in this damned place. She ran around holding her phone, but the screen persistently showed call failure.
