Yin Country, Bai Feng City Subway Station.
Zhou Yun parked a black van at the street corner, with Wang Ye sitting beside him, his face indifferent.
Behind him were six organization members their age, carrying small backpacks and quietly curled up in the dark corners.
At the cramped end of the rear compartment, a bald and brawny man sat crouching, the light from his mobile phone illuminating his fierce face.
Zhou Yun looked back at the rear seats and said, "We're here. Today's operation will be the start of our revolution, letting Zhao Ling know this country isn't hers."
The bald man said, "It's only 5 o'clock now, not yet the rush hour. Wait."
Zhou Yun nodded and then turned his gaze to Wang Ye.
Half a month had passed, and Wang Ye's complexion had improved a lot. The bandages on his body had been removed, and there were still some bruises on his face that had not yet disappeared, and crusted wounds on his body, but such injuries were no longer significant to him.
