A few men with hands covered in chilblains stepped forward to collect the Iron Arrows from the ground. Their gazes, filled with mockery, flickered toward Xie Ning and Beichen.
It was the way one would look at a pair of white mice that had fallen into a trap.
Xie Ning quietly reassured Beichen, "Zhong, don't worry. They won't dare to do anything to us. They already know my father is Huang Zhaosheng, the chairman of the base committee. They..."
Her voice dropped even lower, and only a few fragmented words drifted into the ears of the burly man in the white down jacket and his companions.
The members of the CityArrow Club exchanged inscrutable glances, their lips twitching as they suppressed their laughter.
'What a truly naive and sheltered little missy!'
A hothouse flower cultivated in Golden City Base. Instead of staying safely in her greenhouse, she just had to venture out into the cruel world. How utterly ridiculous.
"Let's go. Our vehicle is over there."
