"Yes, sir."
The soldiers, following Liao Jianfeng's commands, all moved to surround Chen Yang.
They knew that the people on the ground had been taken down by Chen Yang and did not dare to take him lightly; some of them had already drawn their guns.
If Chen Yang dared to resist, they would open fire—this had been Liao Jianfeng's order on the way here.
"I want to see who dares to lay a hand on Chen Yang!"
Ye Cangshan had not expected Liao Jianfeng to actually get serious. He stood in front of Chen Yang and scolded loudly with considerable authority.
The soldiers, also aware of Ye Cangshan's identity, stood there in a dilemma.
Liao Jianfeng's expression turned cold, and he ordered his soldiers, "Take Ye Cangshan and Ye Yiqing aside, and handcuff this kid named Chen Yang. Take him back to the barracks—I now suspect him of being a foreign spy."
Being labeled a spy was a matter grave enough for a military court to issue the death penalty.
