After Old Feng briefed Chen Chuan and the others on the general situation, he called his own team members to rendezvous with them. In just twenty minutes, everyone had arrived.
They were all dressed in the uniform of the General Affairs Bureau: black windbreakers and fedoras, with a sharp, competent air and piercing gazes. They were divided into three squads of fifteen men each.
After a few glances, Chen Chuan felt that some of them were likely far from simple. It was a hard feeling to describe; they didn't seem threatening at first glance, but one couldn't help but pay close attention to them.
But this was a good thing. After all, they were on his side. While carrying out the mission, they also had to ensure their own safety. Naturally, the stronger the team, the better.
