A swarm of flies buzzed over. Before they could get close, disaster struck: their souls scattered, and they pattered to the ground like dumplings dropping into a pot.
Li Wenwu was like a kitten held by the scruff, meekly steering the wheel. He glanced from the corner of his eye at Chen Shouyi, who had his eyes closed and was resting, and his own eye twitched. The sight reminded him of the last time Chief Chen had gone on a killing spree.
Those "Void Demons" had been just the same...
He discreetly looked away and straightened his back, his expression perfectly normal, as if he hadn't seen what had just happened. His breathing grew softer without him realizing it, and he eased up on the accelerator, too.
The former frontline had become the hinterland, and headquarters had long since moved elsewhere.
"Chief Chen, sorry to have asked you here again!" Zhang Huaihe, commander of the allied forces, said warmly, holding out his hand. He smiled like a benevolent Buddha, with none of the stern authority of a battle-hardened general.
Chen Shouyi reached out and shook his hand. "You're too kind, Commander Zhang. You're making me feel a little ill at ease. Just treat me casually."
Zhang Huaihe laughed heartily and looked at the officers around him. "Chief Chen is such an easygoing man. Then I won't say any more. The banquet's been ready for ages; we've just been waiting for you. We hunted quite a few animals this morning, and there's even a roast rhino calf... Ahem, I mean, one that was killed when it tried to charge the barracks."
Just then, Li Wenwu leaned close and whispered something in his ear, telling him about Chen Shouyi's earlier assessment.
Zhang Huaihe's heart gave a thump. He looked at Chen Shouyi,