Last night, no one slept well.
Not just Lou Feng, but probably no one at the outpost managed to get a good night's sleep. Well, except for Tao Gong who was ensconced in the central headquarters, who, it was said, slept through the night and even had an extra pancake and bowl of porridge the next morning.
His appetite had expanded.
It's just that the things eaten with his meal were a bit frightening.
Outside the office window, on the parade ground, lay over ten bodies covered with white cloths— all were the results of the Security Bureau's overnight Thunderbolt sweep.
Yesterday afternoon at six o'clock, after Tong Shan had returned to his room, the report he submitted at six-thirty had reached the hands of the Cliff City Security Bureau bureau chief, Lv Yingyue.
