That night, no one in Qinggang slept.
Originally, Qinggang had prepared a grand celebration banquet for the returning Tyrant Squad. Some people had even planned to discuss future cooperation with the Soldier at the banquet—in other words, to see whether there was another way to pay him the commission he deserved. But no one had expected that this much-anticipated celebration would suddenly be canceled.
An invisible pressure, like dark clouds, weighed down on Qinggang, which had just achieved unprecedented success.
Some people worked overtime through the night, analyzing the data.
Others immediately gathered the latest intelligence and developments from around the world, trying to figure out what they could.
And that night, someone gained tremendous trust and took control of the bank card containing Lu Xin's life savings.
Sigh...
At the guesthouse Qinggang's Special Purity Department had previously prepared for Lu Xin's classmates, his classmates were also quietly packing their things. Or rather, they were using the packing to calm their nerves and organize their thoughts.
Number Two sat on the clean, soft bedding, squinting as she studied how to turn on the guesthouse television...
Number Three locked himself in his room and bought a great many things from the guesthouse staff, such as iron hooks, thick steel needles, bundles of tough steel wire, and even some restricted firearms from High Wall City, including Little Apples, rocket launchers, and submachine guns. If the Special Purity Department's guesthouse had been an ordinary one, no one knew where he would have found such things.
Who would call the front desk while staying at a hotel and say, "Send me a basket of Little Apples and two submachine guns"?
The strangest part was that although he had asked for so many things, when he left the next day, the room was