"Yes, I understand. Let's not talk about this now. How much do you know about the situation in the Changbai Mountain Range?" Zhang Guodong's tone was extremely serious as he looked at Yang Wucheng.
Hearing this, Yang Wucheng gave a wry smile and spread his hands. "I only know what I've already told you. All we can do is tell our people to be careful. Other than that, my hands are tied."
At Yang Wucheng's words, Zhang Guodong's expression grew solemn. "It seems that's our only option. So, we move out tonight?"
"Yes. At nine o'clock. It will be dark by the time we fly there," Yang Wucheng said.
"Alright, it's settled then. We move out at nine o'clock sharp," Zhang Guodong said after a glance at Yang Wucheng.
Hearing this, Yang Wucheng nodded with a smile.
