During this time, Yang Ming had certainly considered ways to save himself. He was allowed to move about freely, but he had to be back by a set time every night.
It was impossible for him to get back to headquarters by himself in a single day.
'But what if I find someone to deliver a message back?'
'But who could I ask? The choice of messenger was crucial.'
The journey back to headquarters was long. It was a thankless, arduous task that very few ordinary people would be willing to undertake.
'Besides, the person couldn't be too weak. Otherwise, even if they agreed, they might not make it back. If they got captured near the food factory, he and his colleague would be exposed, putting them in even greater danger.'
Out of caution, Yang Ming never managed to get his message out—not until his wife arrived.
There was no better candidate than his wife. The female police officer's eyes lit up as she looked at Aunt Hua.
