Birmingham Industrial Area—or it could just as well have been a normal residential district.
Scattered around were factories of all sizes.
As outsiders who had come from London, the team leader took a quarter of an hour to find their destination within this labyrinth.
This was a factory for processing metal parts.
Its size and scale were similar to the medium and small factories Ronald had visited in the past.
Tall enough bricks were stacked to form walls, segregating the inside from the outside into utterly different worlds.
Even now, in the dim and desolate streets,
the firelight and voices could still be seen and heard coming from within the factory.
It seemed like Mr. Matthew Bolton still wanted his factory to operate around the clock, the workers with good resistance to fatigue toiled in such conditions.
Facing the adequately 'bustling' factory,
someone in the team immediately posed a question:
"Are they still working? Should we just go in like this?"
