"Old Zheng! Old Zheng! Wake up!"
"Huh... Ouch... What's going on? Are we out?"
"We've been out for a while now!"
"Damn, can you keep your voice down? If those army groups find out, we're done for!"
"Don't worry, right now it's all Liang Junsong's people around us."
"Ah... you mean... we're safe?"
"Of course, otherwise why would I call you? Come on out."
In a truck, Zheng Minghui carefully opened a wooden crate and groggily crawled out from inside. The first thing he did was check the surroundings. The people who were once crowded inside the truck had vanished, replaced by the bossy voices of others outside.
"What's happening outside?" The few male voices outside sounded unpleasant and arrogant, making Zheng Minghui want to punch someone.
Shen Mingke nudged his mouth and said, "Go see for yourself." With that, he jumped off the truck, and Zheng Minghui sneakily looked out from the back. Besides their truck, there were over a dozen similar large trucks parked behind.
