Pulle nodded. "I think that's probably the case, but I'm not Michael. Even if I'd love nothing more than to tear him limb from limb, I shouldn't make reckless guesses and affect your judgment."
Luo Yan knew all too well how much this man hated Michael. He also knew that Pulle's wife and children had become expendable offerings to the Virtues because of Michael's orders, so he said nothing.
At a time like this, any words of comfort seemed pale and powerless.
Besides, Luo Yan wasn't good at comforting people.
They traveled in silence.
The next day.
Luo Yan saw the entrance to Freedom City.
They had set out from Saint John Port and switched helicopters along the way, allowing them to reach Freedom City that very day.
Soon, Pulle's convoy entered the designated lane.
The designated lane allowed them to enter Freedom City without undergoing an inspection.
In another lane, Luo Yan saw squads of soldiers carefully checking every person who wanted to enter the city.
The checks included identity verification, temperature screening, skin-color identification, and more.
After watching for a while, Luo Yan asked, "Are these checks aimed at the Fallen Ones?"
"That's right," Pulle said. "The Fallen Ones have already demonstrated that they can disguise themselves as humans."
"Commander Wood was worried that they might infiltrate Freedom City, so he upgraded the security checks and formulated a series of inspections aimed specifically at the Fallen Ones."
"Commander Wood has thought this through very carefully," Luo Yan said sincerely.
Pulle agreed. "He's meticulous and always thinks of things everyone else overlooks. He also takes everyone's feelings into consideration and never puts anyone in an awkward position."
After a pause, he added, "I've already contacted Commander Wood. He's waiting for you at the administrative building."
Soon, the convoy entered