Zhao Zun was watching the busy workers nearby. At this moment, his walkie-talkie crackled twice, followed by a clear voice.
"Prince, Prince. Station One reports, Mr. Xiao has passed Station One and is less than five li from the camp gate."
Zhao Zun's eyes brightened immediately, and a wide smile curved at the corners of his mouth.
Xiao Zhengfei and his team were sent to the Capital City to protect Han Lei; since they've returned, Han Lei should have come with them.
Zhao Zun briskly walked down the grey concrete steps of the lookout tower, squinting against the heat wave that greeted him.
The scorching June sun hung like a burning iron above, even the sand and rocks on the ground were heated.
Just as he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, he saw Big Fatty wheezing and puffing as he approached.
"Hoo, hoo. Zhao Zun, finally found you!"
