"Stop."
Qing Chen halted in the shadows of a building, and everyone behind him came to a stop as well.
After several experiments, everyone had begun to learn to follow his lead.
At this moment, someone in the group asked, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"
Qing Chen looked back and saw an elderly man, who had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, pleading, "Don't leave me behind, please take me with you!"
Qing Chen calmly looked at the four bodyguards of Chen Luwen: "Split one of you to carry him. If you can carry women, you can carry the elderly as well. After a short rest here, we'll continue moving."
Wang Wenwen and Zhou Jieyi, the two female celebrities on the bodyguards' backs, acted as if they heard nothing.
Chen Luwen instinctively wanted to argue but wisely chose to remain silent.
Without the Garrison Forces' support, without communication, and without transportation, he knew he could only rely on this young man who's calling the shots.
