The old comrades came to help, and logically, they should be entertained, but the sudden turn of events left no time for it. Fortunately, they're all old comrades who have lived and died together, so there's not much to fuss about. After hanging up, Luo Zheng told Lan Xing the license plate number via the earpiece, asking Lan Xing to immediately investigate. As long as the other party is in Beijing, they won't escape. Noticing the little delinquent girl's pale face, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Uh? Nothing," the little delinquent girl quickly replied.
"If there's anything, you must tell me in advance. Fever, headache, feeling heated—it might not be an illness. Someone might have tampered with you without you knowing. You're now facing a world that you're completely unfamiliar with. In this world, it's cruel, bloody, cold; there are no laws, no morals, and they'll use any means necessary to achieve their goals. Understand?" Luo Zheng said seriously.
