"Mr. Xu, tell me everything exactly as it happened. Don't try to hide anything."
"You should understand very clearly that if I wanted to, I could make you talk another way!"
Chen Jing drove the jeep along a long, winding road without streetlights. Lu Xin sat obediently in the back seat. Beside him were Mr. Xu and Xu Xiao Xiao, who had just bandaged her injured wrist and taken powerful painkillers. The two of them were huddled in the back, sitting far away from Lu Xin. There were three seats, yet Lu Xin occupied two of them by himself.
It was obvious that the father and daughter had both been hit hard.
There were also four vehicles before and behind the jeep. Every one of them carried fully armed soldiers, accompanying them all the way.
Interweaving headlights tore through the thick darkness from time to time, illuminating streaks of snowy white.
As she drove, Chen Jing spoke calmly, with the composure of someone who had everything under control.
Mr. Xu hesitated slightly in the back seat. He seemed to want to say something defiant to protest, but after looking at Chen Jing driving in front of him and Lu Xin sitting calmly beside him, he remembered the fate of his private forces...
He sighed quietly and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Actually, I don't know much either..."
"I... I only felt sorry for the artworks buried in those abandoned towns..."
"Actually, actually, quite a few people in Main City do the same thing as me. We simply provide funding for some Pioneer Teams, allowing them to enter the various abandoned towns and search for artworks. In this crazy era, what we lack most is the pursuit of beauty. That chaotic age when a moldy piece of bread was more important