Even with her legs running as fast as they could, she couldn't catch up with the sedan, and in the end, she lost the person for sure. However, one could conclude that this man was no ordinary person. Unfortunately, he wore the same Zhongshan suit and trench coat for his comings and goings, making it hard to tell where he worked.
After a whole night of turmoil, her stomach was already hungry. She saw a stall at the street corner selling pan-fried buns, and hurried over to spend three yuan to buy ten plump, juicy, and crispy buns. She packed them in a paper bag and didn't dare eat them on the street. She hid in a secluded place to take a bite when she heard a piercing whistle. In no time, a team of Japanese soldiers either on motorcycles, in cars, or running swiftly made their way toward the garrison headquarters.
