Verbal pressure and actual threats to one's person were definitely not the same thing.
The team that had already been assembled inevitably stirred again, and no one looked pleased.
At that moment, Tai Yu, the "new team leader," raised his hand to speak. "Boss, will you provide us with protection?"
"Of course." Zhe Rong answered readily, then pivoted just as quickly. "But as you can see, I only brought a few people with me. We're short-handed, so the protection we provide will only be the most basic kind."
Tai Yu continued, speaking for everyone. "So we're bait?"
Zhe Rong's expression barely changed. "Not quite. I don't think those lucky enough to escape would insist on coming to our door to ask questions just so they could die knowing the truth. Well, there are exceptions to everything, so during your stay at the Frontier Training Ground, I allow you to make whatever targeted defensive arrangements you need. I won't mind."
As they spoke, they arrived outside the small airport and boarded the vehicles that had been prepared.
After getting in, Zhe Rong did not forget to emphasize, "in fact, as long as you don't leave the Training Ground, interfere with police work, or care about possible property recovery claims after this incident is over, I won't interfere with whatever you want to do there. Mm, out of the most basic sense of morality, I still hope you'll put your limited energy toward suitable things—like trying to protect yourselves, using your brains a little more, and looking for clues."
Tai Yu was still the one speaking. This time, he sat in the front row. He had tossed his half-damp coat straight onto the airship, and when he raised his hand, the red marks on his wrist were obvious. His finger nearly poked