Shang looked at the grand gates for a while.
Then, he took a deep breath and walked towards them.
As Shang came closer, he saw someone sitting right beside the gate. It was a middle-aged man, probably in his forties.
What was he doing?
Sleeping.
He was sitting on a chair, and his entire body was just lazily splayed on the chair.
Was this the nightshift William was talking about?
Shang looked at the sleeping person for a while with a complex expression.
For some reason, this person didn't feel dangerous to him.
However, Shang was certain that he couldn't trust his perception in this case. After all, this person was guarding the gates alone.
Shang stopped a couple of meters away from the sleeping person with an awkward expression.
Should he wake him?
Well, he was supposed to be working.
"Excuse me," Shang said quietly.
The person didn't react.
"Excuse me," Shang said again as he stepped closer.
The person still didn't react.