"Team Leader Dragon, I brought him over. It's him."
Lu Xin was brought to the western edge of this abandoned town at gunpoint.
Beside the convoy, seven or eight armed personnel carrying submachine guns were stationed there.
From the way they held their weapons and positioned themselves, it was clear they were all veterans of rigorous training. They radiated a fierce, battle-hardened air, and the vehicles had clearly undergone professional modifications. Their firearms were of a uniform standard. Without needing to ask, they were obviously regular soldiers carefully raised by some major power.
However, none of them wore armbands or name tags identifying their affiliation, making them seem extremely mysterious.
The Team Leader Dragon they spoke of was a young man in his twenties.
Unlike the others, who were fully armed, he wore a white silk Tang-style suit decorated with several exquisite gold-thread embroideries. His hair had clearly been carefully styled, each strand standing upright and full of energy. A pair of black sunglasses rested on his nose.
Since it was probably inconvenient to see at night, the dark sunglasses hung low on the tip of his nose.
Leaning against a jeep, he held a tablet in one hand and slowly swiped across it.
"Why would anyone be here in the middle of the night?"
After hearing his subordinate's report, Team Leader Dragon merely glanced at Lu Xin over the top of his sunglasses, rolling his eyes.
He lowered his head slightly and continued looking at his own device.
A bearded man beside him looked to be around forty. He wore no insignia, but his bearing made it clear he ranked above the other armed personnel. He swept Lu Xin with a sharp gaze and asked, "What do you do?"
As he spoke, he nodded once.
Only then did the