In the darkness of night, the soldiers armed with live ammunition methodically lined up in formation.
At a command, they voluntarily parted, leaving a path in the middle.
The tall and aloof figure of Yeh Cangqiong slowly emerged...
Major Flying Eagle promptly saluted him.
"Mr. President, you shouldn't get too close to her, she has a weapon in her hand, and it could hurt you..."
Yeh Cangqiong waved his hand, signaling him to step back. Her little strength couldn't harm him.
Flying Eagle waved his hand, instructing the soldiers to move further back.
As he drew closer, he could see that she was crying silently, her eyes red but filled with sadness.
A small knife was pressed against her delicate neck, and due to excessive tension, a streak of blood had already appeared.
That slender neck seemed as though it would break with too much force.
"Put the knife down!"
His voice carried a deterring power, and of course, a hint of cold alienation from being a stranger.
