Xia Feng immediately widened his eyes and stared at Zhao Yang, his gaze filled with bewilderment, while Zhao Yang said, "Trust me, they're already very close to us!"
"Bing Bing, did you bring a gun?" Xia Feng asked.
"I didn't..." Xia Bing said helplessly.
"Director Xia, that's not right, how can you not carry a gun when you're out and about!" Zhao Yang said.
"I'm here to visit my grandfather, not to arrest criminals. Why would I bring a gun!" Xia Bing retorted with a frown.
"Alright, they have guns, and we don't. We don't even know how many people they are, what their identities are, or what they want. It's best for us to hide, find a place to stay until dawn!" Zhao Yang said.
"You're absolutely right!" Xia Feng strongly agreed with Zhao Yang's point of view. At this moment, under the cover of night, no one could see anyone. Trying to deal with a group of well-armed and professionally trained individuals was too difficult.
"So what do we do now?" Xia Bing asked.
