On Orders
"Not your fault? Look at this, look at this! What do you think all these people are doing? And what's with all these Chinese people? Where did you catch so many of them? This is a complete mess!"
Hearing that shameless bastard claim it wasn't his fault, Luan Zhengwei was furious. Damn it, in a godforsaken place like Somalia, he'd managed to catch this many Chinese people in a single morning. Unbelievable...
"Wait, wait, Zhengwei. I'm more wronged than Dou E! First lock these people up. I'll drive everyone outside away, then show you some things."
Li Bai pointed toward the noisy entrance. No wonder Luan Zhengwei was angry; this really was a disgraceful scene.
Anyone who didn't know better would think the Chinese peacekeeping force had gotten into a dispute with the locals, and they'd come pounding on the gate to make trouble.
"You can handle it? Then hurry up!"
Inciting the local toughs, gathering a mob, and arresting fellow Chinese citizens—it'd be easy for him to be blamed for all of it. At that moment, Luan Zhengwei was utterly overwhelmed.
But whoever tied the knot had to untie it. All he could do was see how Li Bai handled things. Zhengwei had no ideas of his own.
Li Bai arranged for the peacekeeping force to take charge of the more than forty Chinese suspects, lock them all up for the time being, and post guards.
Fortunately, the camp had plenty of empty rooms. Ten to a room, and five rooms were enough to hold them all.
Only after the local toughs and mercenaries blocking the camp entrance scattered in every direction and peace returned did Luan Zhengwei finally let out a breath. He'd been on edge.
But before long, his mood soured again.
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