The vehicle swayed.
Qiao Li intentionally—or perhaps unintentionally—bumped into Luo Yan.
Luo Yan had already spat out his chewing gum. At that moment, he happened to glance at her tablet.
On the screen, a group of savage-looking guards could be seen dragging seven or eight elderly people, women, and children along and tying them to wooden stakes.
On the other side, several men were shouting something and trying to charge over, but they were stopped and beaten.
At that moment, a man in his forties walked onto the scene. He had a thick beard and a sharp gaze.
He wore a camouflage Combat Suit with a bulletproof vest over it and military boots on his feet.
Without even looking, he pulled out a revolver and shot an old man dead.
One of the men being beaten on the other side let out a shrill cry.
"Xing Wei, the camp leader. He's a heartless bastard."
Qiao Li pointed at the man holding the revolver. "That bastard is cold-blooded, brutal, and has no principles. But on the surface, people like him will obviously live better than others."
As she spoke, Xing Wei had already fired several shots in succession, killing everyone tied to the wooden stakes.
Then, with another gesture, the guards in the distance executed the men on the ground as well.
At that moment, Xing Wei glanced toward the camera before turning and walking back into a stone house.
Luo Yan couldn't help asking, "Where did you get these recordings?"
Qiao Li tossed another piece of gum into her mouth. "The camp's surveillance equipment. I hacked into their system and took control of their devices."
"These people are decent at fighting, but when it comes to electronic information, they're far behind."
"They didn't even install a firewall in their system."