Zhou Ye paused, "Three years ago, the deputy commander was assassinated."
Brother Bi stroked his chin.
"And now, who's run into trouble again?"
It wasn't long before.
The two men found themselves in Qiu Hezi's office, looking at each other.
"It's fake, right?"
"Old Pei's just missing, not confirmed dead, which means there's still hope."
"No survivors at the scene, Old Pei...," Zhou Ye fell silent for a moment then looked up and asked, "Should we notify his parents... or not?"
Qiu Hezi sighed softly, "We definitely need to notify them, but let's wait a bit so as not to alarm his parents. If they ask, just say he's on a mission for now. It would be best if we could find him, so we can explain things to his family."
When Brother Bi and Zhou Ye left the office, they glanced at each other.
It wasn't long before.
The two drove away from the base.
"What do you think?"
"What use is what I think? The key is how the higher-ups see it."
