Meanwhile, back home, He Zhilan's father has been raising poultry ever since he learned of He Zhilan's pregnancy. He's been hoping to bring all these fowls to the military base to help He Zhilan recuperate after giving birth.
However, at this moment, no one could have predicted that a disaster was quietly looming.
At the small county train station, four men dressed in drab gray clothes, of varying heights and sizes, stood together with someone particularly conspicuous.
That person was wrapped up tightly, even though it wasn't particularly cold in the late spring. They wore a hoodie and a mask, with a scarf so faded it was impossible to see its style and color covering the face. No one could tell if the person was male or female; only the exposed eyes suggested that this was a living being.
