Zhao Sen's eyes lit up with a hint of surprise, and he even seemed a bit impatient.
The young nurse beside him was constantly nudging him with her elbow.
"Doctor Zhao, who knows if what he says is true?"
"We could very well be led straight into..."
The woman's voice dropped, but Zhang Ye still heard every word clearly. The look he cast their way suddenly contained a hint of amusement, while Zhao Sen's response was more comical still.
All he did was yank his arm back and said sternly,
"Don't pull and tug at me."
"I don't think Director Zhang has any reason to deceive us, after all..."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the soldiers beside Zhang Ye, fierce as wolves and tigers, the meaning in his eyes unmistakable.
The others naturally understood this reasoning, and they all looked a little disheartened.
The uniforms on these people were obviously homemade.
They certainly weren't soldiers of the Shen Zhou government.
But one thing was undeniably real.
Guns and bullets.
