For over thirty minutes, Wang Ye's eyes remained shut, though sleep eluded him. Despite his dizzy head and the discomfort of his purplish-green armpits, he managed to stay awake.
Squinting slightly, he observed as the seasoned soldiers resumed their stealing spree. Deep within, he contemplated whether to close his eyes and employ military boxing when they tried to tamper with his gun later.
However, in the end, he abandoned this tempting notion. He wasn't keen on getting into trouble if he ended up beaten instead of being the one doing the beating.
The veteran soldiers displayed their skill, and Wang Ye estimated that the fourth squad leader had noticed his attempts to soothe his stomach. They would undoubtedly be cautious around him.
"Damn, you're like a ghost now!"
Abruptly, Wang Ye was taken aback. He then made a slight movement, altering the way he held his gun. His right hand's palm moved up and covered the gun's magazine.
