"Old sir, what happened in the bar?"
Luo Yan pulled his hat lower and slipped a pack of cigarettes to an old man by the roadside. He had just bought them, and they were still unopened.
The old man took one look and perked up. Seeing that the young man knew the ropes, he told him everything he knew.
As it turned out, Ye Wusheng had killed someone in the bar.
It started when a woman hit on Ye Wusheng. Then several men came over to give him trouble.
That sort of thing was common in bars. Those men had even tried to extort some money while they were at it, but instead, they had extorted their own lives from the King of Hell. Ye Wusheng had slaughtered every last one of them.
With so many people dead, the Great Wall Base had been alerted. Sure enough, several teams from the base's security office had arrived and taken Ye Wusheng away.
The old man described the scene with great gusto, adding plenty of embellishments.
He sounded as if he had been standing right beside Ye Wusheng.
Luo Yan filtered out the exaggerated parts and reconstructed the general outline of the incident.
It was not complicated.
The only thing that puzzled Luo Yan was why Ye Wusheng had come here.
Of course.
There was no need for him to worry about Ye Wusheng. All things considered, Ye Wusheng had been in the right, even if he had been a little too ruthless.
In an ordinary surface camp, or in an ungoverned area, that might have been fine.
But doing something like this under the watchful eye of the Great Wall Base was admittedly a bit excessive.
Still.
Ye Wusheng's identity carried weight. At most, he would have to go to the