Listening to Vladimir speak, Zhang Zian was stunned. He looked past the shutter door and said, "Is it... Is Big Orange outside?"
Vladimir nodded. "I had no choice. I could only bring him here. Please help me save him. I don't want to see the death of my comrade."
"Oh... Well, I'll try my best. Bring him in quickly."
Zhang Zian quickly got up from the chair and walked to the door. He raised the shutter door halfway to let them in.
At that time, the sky was completely dark. It was almost nine o'clock at night. The aunties and uncles with bad backs had already returned home to watch anti-Japanese dramas or mother-in-law soap operas. The young men and women who walked their dogs had also gone home to enjoy the nightlife. Occasionally, a guy or lady who had just finished working overtime hurriedly walked past.
Binhai was a small city, after all, with a somewhat slower pace of life. It would not be a match for large metropolitan cities that never slept.
