At the toll station connecting Cloud Mountain Highway and the expressway, several staff members wore expressions of intense focus and nerves.
Because… not long ago, they received orders from their superiors that a large group of soldiers would be arriving soon to carry out military duties.
Military duties.
These words were so unfamiliar to them that they struggled to comprehend their meaning.
Their minds were still lingering on the scene of hundreds of luxury cars passing through earlier that morning.
Later, they learned that those people went to the top of Cloud Mountain to mourn Chu Wentian. And later still, when half of those people returned by car, they heard the sounds of drums and cannons, oblivious to the gunfire occurring on the mountain.
