Perhaps it was the few sips of water that took effect, for the passed-out man slowly came to.
He first let out a terrified "Ah" and shouted loudly. The members of the escort agency were not scared, but they furrowed their brows even more deeply.
After a round of reassurance from the onlookers, the man sobered up and asked in a disoriented manner:
"Where is this, is it Yanjin?"
"No," one of the convoy members pointed northward, "we're not far from Zhengzhou, to get to Yanjin you still need to go forward. We haven't even entered the region of sour dates. Didn't you just come from the north?"
"Right, what exactly happened in the north?"
The now-conscious man, having heard this, immediately showed a look of terror as if he had seen a ghost, his voice trembling—whether from the cold or from fright, it was unclear.
He spit out four words:
"Dong... Dongfang Bubai!"
"What!!" Upon hearing this name, everyone's eyelids twitched.
