10 minutes later, V8 and Qin Xiu arrived at the gathering place less than two kilometers away from the sentry post. This was also the place where Quentin had pointed out to them. It was a bungalow where the motorcycle wheels were kept.
In the room filled with the smell of wheels, the sound of gunfire brushed past their ears. That came from the sentry post they had to rush out of. It was also the place where the new and old regiments were exchanging fire.
Ye Jian and K7 arrived half an hour later. The moment they knocked on the door, Qin Xiu, who was resting on the wheel, got up before V8 and rushed to the iron-welded door.
"Qin Xiu!"
Ye Jian heard the commotion inside and shouted softly. Then, the iron door creaked open. Qin Xiu saw the slender figure he was worried about standing in front of him. A faint smile appeared in his eyes.
Ye Jian came over first. K7 later pushed the motorcycle in.
