Morning.
Fuzhou Suburbs, in a stretch of wilderness.
The overturned Buick Business was surrounded by seven or eight soldiers, with seven or eight military pistols aimed at Zhang Longjuan, Zhai Shun, and Old Hong's foreheads.
"Drop your weapons! Get out of the vehicle!" one soldier said coldly.
They were out of bullets anyway. Old Hong and Zhai Shun exchanged a glance and both threw down their guns.
"I'm sorry, Director Zhang." Zhai Shun let out a deep sigh, filled with self-reproach.
"Stop talking! Get out! All of you, get out!" A soldier viciously smashed Zhai Shun in the head with his gun butt.
Zhai Shun's face twisted in pain, but he did not make a sound as he crawled out of the vehicle with Old Hong.
"You too!" Three of the others went to search Zhai Shun and Old Hong, while another soldier aimed his gun at Zhang Longjuan.
But Zhang Longjuan ignored them and turned to Dong Xuebin, whose leg was trapped beneath the seat. "Little Dong, Big Sister got you dragged into this."
"It's fine," Dong Xuebin said calmly.
Zhang Longjuan gave a bitter smile. "We're probably not getting out of this alive. How can it be fine? I'm just too concerned with saving face. I never should have brought you here today! Damn it! I knew coming here would be dangerous, so why did I bring you along?"
"It's really fine," Dong Xuebin said blandly.
"I'm too ashamed to face Old Xu now." Zhang Longjuan chuckled bitterly. "I'll try negotiating with them later. If that doesn't work, then we can only leave it to fate."
The soldier pressed his gun against her. "Get out! Stop talking!"
Zhang Longjuan still ignored him. Under the soldiers' wary gazes, she reached into her pocket. Regardless of how they reacted, Big