The car was parked in front of the gate, and there were soldiers in charge. These people did not know Fatty Li, but Fatty Li's license plate was the license plate of the local military, so there was no question.
Fatty Li took out his mobile phone, made a phone call, and said something that Yang Ming couldn't understand. However, not long after he hung up the phone, the gate opened. Obviously, the soldiers at the gate got the order from inside.
Fatty Li started the car and drove it inside directly, then the gate behind it closed again, restoring the calm before.
It was obviously not Fatty Li's first time coming to this place. He promptly drove the car to the front of a garret and stopped. A tall, middle-aged man standing in front of the garret came over, and Fatty Li also got off. They smiled, shook hands, and said something friendly in Vietnamese.
