Once the car left the smoke-covered area, it picked up speed. After a swift drive, they soon reached a mountaintop camp, where more than a dozen tents stood in a neat arrangement. Two burly, uniformed guards stood at the entrance, their expressions utterly serious. Upon seeing Liu Qing and his three companions, they saluted, then returned to their duties. Liu Qing nodded to them and entered the camp.
Inside the camp, two teams of six patrolled along intersecting routes. Like the guards at the entrance, they saluted Liu Qing and the others before continuing their work. Guided by the brothers Namikaze Ye and Namikaze Ye, the four arrived at a tent with four guards stationed outside.
"Is that Liu Qing? Come in and have a drink with your uncle!" They had just reached the entrance, and Liu Qing was about to announce their arrival when a slightly drunken male voice came from within. He paused, then reached out to push open the tent door with a wry smile.
As the door opened, a delicate aroma of wine drifted out. Liu Qing, Cynthia, Liu Yuan, and Lusana entered in turn. Palmer was the only person inside the tent, leaning comfortably beside a table and alternating between bites of food and sips of wine. He looked thoroughly content.
"Uncle, why are you here alone?" Liu Qing knew his uncle had always been carefree and easygoing in his personal life, but the sight of Palmer still felt at odds with what he had expected.
"Oh, you mean your father and the others?" Palmer casually glanced up at Liu Qing, then beckoned them over. "They can never sit still. They went back to work halfway through lunch. Honestly, that thing is right there, and it isn't ripe yet. What's there to look at? So