Tonight, Qin City is destined to have many sleepless people, like those in the barracks at the east end of Wenhua Road.
Li Zongkai led the regular army in a full-scale attack, and there was no news from dawn to dusk. Deep into the night, they hadn't returned, and it's pure bullshit to say those left at the camp weren't worried.
Inside the empty barracks, two people sat by the window, gazing into the direction of Celestial Horse Island through the night, seeing only endless darkness.
"Da Luo, what if the president and the others don't come back?"
The man hugged his rifle, as if this could give him some sense of security, and softly asked his companion, his words filled with worry.
"How could they not come back!"
Da Luo's accent was clearly not from the North, carrying a hint of thick dialect Mandarin.
"I mean, if they don't, it's been a whole day!"
