Not minding the leftovers, Jiang Chen ate a bowl of rice and drank some sorghum wine, two cups, not finishing the jug—after all, he had things to do later.
"Welcome to visit us again, take care."
Jiang Chen walked out of the tavern, pulled open the car door, and got in.
This time, he didn't obey the law as before, driving after drinking as if nothing had happened, following the navigation to the Security Forces Base in Seoul.
At the sentry post and the gate, there were heavily armed soldiers standing guard, each looking robust and fierce, exuding an air of menace.
The security was extremely tight.
Jiang Chen stopped the car.
Very soon.
Two soldiers carrying guns approached.
Jiang Chen rolled down the window.
"This is a military zone; loitering is not allowed, leave immediately."
One soldier, full of arrogance, scolded as he probably mistook Jiang Chen for a Korean.
