What am I thinking, he mocked himself. Zhou Rong felt a sourness in his throat, turned back to hook the branch, jumped over the wall, and exited through the back door.
“You’re back?
Feng Wentai said in disbelief. His subordinate nodded. Feng Wentai rushed out, almost running down the stairs, arriving in the front yard of the factory. The open ground was already gathered with over ten people, survivors who had escaped from City T with the special forces back then; Feng family’s three Alpha bodyguards were also guarding there, vigilantly blocking those people and watching outside.
A military anti-riot armored vehicle was parked inside the wire fence. Zhou Rong and others, looking tired and disheveled, were carrying the unconscious, injured Yan Hao and the body bag containing Zhang Yingjie. Seeing their dirty clothes and exhausted state, Feng Wentai immediately understood everything, his heart sinking. However, the Zhou captain turned back, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, his eyes full of mockery: “Brother Feng! Long time no see, is everything still good at your place?” Before Feng Wentai could answer, he turned and ordered his subordinates: “Inventory the supplies and log them, temporarily place Yingjie’s body for me to handle.” Then he waved to the crowd, laughing loudly: “Dr. Zheng! My brother is slightly injured, trouble you to bring two people to carry him up and take a look!”
Besides these special forces members, the thirty-odd survivors had always loosely regarded Dr. Zheng as their leader. Hearing this, they immediately stepped forward and carefully took Yan Hao’s stretcher.
“Zhou Rong stretched his neck, stiff from long hours of driving. He waved to the onlookers and laughed, patting Feng Wentai’s shoulder: “These past few days have truly been tough! I’ll give you great credit!”
Feng Wentai felt that Zhou Rong immediately assumed a commanding attitude upon return, which complicated his already disappointed mood. He didn’t want to show this and responded with a smile: “All is well, all is well, it’s my duty, nothing tough about it. Has Captain Zhou contacted Deputy Director Guo?”
Zhou Rong shook his head.
Feng Wentai’s smile faded slightly: “So… what are we…”
Zhou Rong hooked his arm around Feng Wentai: “Come, let’s go to the cafeteria, we’ll talk on the way.”
Ten minutes later, at the cafeteria table, Zhou Rong shrugged.
