In the tent, Li Qingming had no intention of wasting any more words with Zhou Cheng. He picked up his hockey stick, slung the backpack over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, and strutted out with his usual gait.
As if oblivious, Zhou Cheng busily pointed at the screen and said to the bespectacled guy, "Hey, what's this line supposed to mean?"
"Director Zhou, it's not about the line right now..." The bespectacled guy's face tensed, and after much thought, he still couldn't help but turn around and shout, "Li Qingming! This is a rescue mission; please take it seriously. You are to remain here on standby until you are explicitly allowed to leave, otherwise..."
"Otherwise?" Li Qingming turned his head emotionlessly.
The bespectacled guy had no choice but to look to Zhou Cheng.
