The taxi driver did not even dare drive up to the main entrance. He stopped several hundred meters away, and when he saw Lin Tiejun's uniform covered in medals, he did not dare take his fare either.
In the end, Lin Tiejun pressed a hundred-yuan bill into his hand anyway.
His old regimental commander had taught him never to take so much as a needle or a thread from the people, no matter the circumstances.
Then he straightened his uniform and walked, step by step, toward the gate, which looked all the more solemn and imposing in the darkness.
At the entrance, two guards stood ramrod straight, like a pair of spears.
"Comrade, please stop!"
A young guard stepped forward and blocked his path.
"This is a restricted area. What brings you here?"
The other guard was respectful, but his stance was firm.
Lin Tiejun stopped, straightened his back, and said in a low voice, "My name is Lin Tiejun. I'm the former deputy chief of staff of Jiangbei!"
The guards exchanged a glance, and one quickly worked the communications device on his wrist.
A moment later, he looked up. "I'm sorry, Old Lin. We can't find an appointment for your visit."
"I'm not here for a visit!"
Lin Tiejun's voice suddenly rose. "I'm here to check a file and find someone!"
"Then you'll need authorization and paperwork from the relevant department all the more." The guard looked troubled.
"The file I want is Yue Qinhu's! The people I'm looking for are Qin Lie's descendants!"
Lin Tiejun spoke each word distinctly, his voice ringing with conviction.
Yue Qinhu?
The name left the young guards bewildered.
They checked again, only to receive the same cold response.
"I'm sorry. There's no record of that person."
Boom!
Those words struck Lin Tiejun in