Infiltrating quietly with very little information was a difficult task.
Someone in the crowd asked in confusion, "Where could he be hiding?"
Qing Chen sighed along with them. "Yeah, where could he be hiding?"
"Should we report this to Officer Nikita right now? What if an enemy has infiltrated us? The entire Aerial Fortress could be in danger!"
"Wait until we finish searching the fourth level. Do you want to face her punishment? Even if you don't die, you'll lose a layer of skin!"
Qing Chen said, "Yeah, better not tell her yet."
As he followed behind more than forty white men, crying thief while chasing thief, he rapidly observed his surroundings.
The white men immediately began searching all the black people and Asians after reaching the fourth level.
The black people and Asians obediently formed lines, still unaware of what had happened.
Qing Chen had a rough estimate now: after suffering two consecutive heavy blows, there were roughly 1,200 white people left on the Aerial Fortress, along with 812 black people and 482 Asians.
A white man standing at the front of the line shouted, "Did any of you see a suspicious white man come down?" The black people and Asians looked at one another, but no one dared speak.
Before the white man could speak again, more than forty black people and Asians stepped out from the crowd. They drew whips from their waists and lashed the others fiercely. "Didn't you hear the officer's question? Did you see any suspicious white man?"
The uniforms of those forty-odd people were slightly different from the others'. They seemed to be the leaders among the black people and Asians.
They raised their whips and struck the black people and Asians across their bodies and faces. The people in the lines did