"What's going on, could it be war is about to break out?"
In New Russia, small-scale wars were a common occurrence, but Qingzhu and Dr. Chen's group had not expected to run into one.
"This is big news, Huang Rui, quickly get my camera out." Excitement shone on Qingzhu's face as she spoke.
"Qingzhu, this is no joke, there really could be a war, and we're in danger of being mistakenly wounded right here." Huang Rui's face was already pale, and his hands shook non-stop on the steering wheel.
"Right, let's hurry and go." Chen Yulin frowned tightly, his tone grave: "These warlords are all cold-blooded killers. If another army really does come, we'll be in trouble too."
"Relax, there's no army coming over." At this moment, Lin Mo, who had been quietly resting, opened his eyes, which seemed to shine with the brilliance of stars, bursting with a piercing light, and spoke indifferently, "They are waiting for me."
