"Well, we don't need any travel documents for Hong Kong and Macau. Just flashing our credentials will suffice," the Flying Leopard member responded quickly.
"Your credentials? Mind if I take a look?" Chen Fei asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not at all, of course not…" Upon hearing this, the Flying Leopard member's face fell, and he pulled a black booklet from his coat. The credential looked quite ordinary; it contained only two or three pages with a few lines of small print. Only the Jujube Mud Seal stood out. On the front cover, the words 'National Security' were modestly embossed.
"These aren't named?" Chen Fei flipped through it for a moment but found no personal information. A strange glint appeared in his dark eyes as he spoke.
"Uh, well, it has a number…" The Flying Leopard member's face twisted, clearly anticipating what Chen Fei would suggest next. He knew he'd be punished back at the base if he lost this thing. "It has a number," he repeated with a pained expression.
