"There is a possibility of that, and it's not small."
"Let's just wait." Yang Guanfeng lit a cigarette.
"What are we waiting for?" Lu Xiufeng asked.
"We will wait for that person."
Since there was someone who had given them a secret message at night, it was likely that the person would give them another one.
"Oh, that one?"
"Yes, that one."
The night was quiet. The entire stockade was silent. Most of the people had entered dreamland, with the exception of a few people, such as Lu Xiufeng and Yang Guanfeng. They were lying on the bed talking about things and waiting for the person who had delivered the message to them that night.
"I don't think he will come back in the first half of the night," Yang Guanfeng said. "I'll go to bed first. You keep an eye out."
"Hey, that's not right," Lu Xiufeng said. "I should have been the one to say that!"
"I think you are quite energetic. I am a little tired."
