While it's dressed up in fancy words, even someone like old Jack, who hasn't read much, knows that those smokestacks spew out the sweat and blood of the poor.,Old Jack immediately turned his head. For thirty years he had been a killer, but at this moment, he held his breath in an unusual way.,That person glanced at the still-spouting blood fountain before them, showing no signs of alarm. Instead, they let out a breath as if suddenly understanding something.。