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"Do you have others with you? How many?" Tang Zheng didn't directly ask where they were hiding, otherwise, he would expose his identity. Besides, given the Indian man's current panic, he probably wouldn't think of it.
"About a hundred or so."
"Where are you hiding? Show me," Tang Zheng took out the map. "How long did it take you to get here? How did you come?"
"We're hiding in a gun store, about twenty minutes by car," the Indian man stared at the map, clueless. He didn't know how to read it.
"Those Chinese you encountered before, where did they run off to?" Tang Zheng didn't check the Indian man's clothes; it wasn't necessary.
"The Chinese? Are you with them?" The Indian man, seeing Tang Zheng suddenly stand up, came to a realization and became scared.
"You're right, but unfortunately, there's no reward for that," Tang Zheng nodded.
The Indian man screamed, reaching out with his left hand to grab at his ankle, making one last struggle.
