Gong Yinping stifled herself in the car for a long time before finally asking Chen Feng in a low voice, "Brother Feng, was that old man really a general? Then, doesn't he have a lot of power here? Is there still hope for my brother to be rescued?"
Chen Feng nodded, and Gong Yinping's heart leaped with joy. If the other party really was a general, his help would mean there was hope for her brother to be rescued.
In fact, this was where Gong Yinping did not understand the situation in Myanmar. The situation in Myanmar was very complicated, and the generals there were very different from those in Huaxia. Many generals were merely figureheads, without the kind of clout that comes with commanding a million strong army. Unlike those in Huaxia who could cause the ground to tremble by merely stamping their feet, Chen Feng's reliance wasn't on the general, but on himself.
