Su Chaoyang had a restless night. In his dreams, he heard Wanwan's desperate cries for help, each one a gut-wrenching tear, and blood-curdling as if in unspeakable agony. By five in the morning, he was already wide awake.
There were police officers on duty in the hall. Seeing him, they all greeted him. Su Chaoyang chatted with them, mostly discussing matters about the Wanding border trade.
There was a field medic among his team who examined Su Chaoyang's wound, applied fresh medication and carefully bandaged it. Su Chaoyang flexed his arm and felt pretty good, deciding to take a walk outside.
The sun was just rising, and the border town was already bustling. Su Chaoyang, seemingly aimless, strolled down the main street, his eyes and ears open in all directions.
He believed the news of his arrival in Wanding had already reached the enemy. Given their eagerness to eliminate him swiftly, they certainly wouldn't miss their chance today.
