When the clock on the wall ticked over to midnight, paramedics rushed into the factory carrying a stretcher.
Thanksgiving had arrived.
"Don't worry, kid. Wayne Enterprises just launched a special aid program. They'll reimburse your medical bills, including all the ambulance charges. I promise they will." After a great deal of persuasion, Chen Mo finally convinced the injured boy to get to the hospital.
The injured boy lay down on the stretcher, still asking what would happen to his twenty-seven dollars.
The paramedics didn't understand and only told him to let go. The boy clutched his time card, cleaning foam covering the back of his hand.
Chen Mo handed the pay records to the police officer who had arrived.
"These are the originals. Don't let the factory take them back. They list uniform deposits, transportation fees, and the adult employee badges they assigned to minors."
The officer took the folder.
The night manager and the labor contractor were still hanging from the office glass. Both had stopped arguing. The labor contractor was trying to bite through the webs.
"One more thing." Chen Mo pointed over. "That one has a pretty adventurous spirit. I suggest sealing his mouth first. I'm worried he'll eat too much and demand the police pay for his dinner."
The officer looked up.
"We'll handle it."
Chen Mo stayed where he was and left only after the ambulance drove away.
At twelve twenty-one, he opened the door to Gordon's house with his spare key.
A light had been left on in the living room.
Gordon sat on the couch and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Overtime at the factory," Chen Mo said.
Gordon took another look at the clean jacket Venom had disguised himself as.
"Go to bed."
Chen Mo slipped the key into his