"Teacher Duan, I remember when you left Sheng Qin Home, you all set out with a group of six or seven people. How come it's just you now?"
Settling into the RV, Zhang Su unfolded the table and sofa, took out a pack of cigarettes, and placed it on the table, gesturing for Duan Wuhu to help himself.
Duan Wuhu didn't hesitate, lit a cigarette, and with a face full of sorrow said, "Damn it, the past is unbearable to recall, Brother Zhang, I regret it..."
"Phew..." Exhaling a puff of smoke, he continued, "Seeing you and Xiaozheng safe and sound now, I realize I chose the wrong path back then. To be honest, I was too obsessed with the idea that many people meant more strength..."
"I understand where you're coming from. Where did you all go afterward?"
