The rebels are utterly reprehensible, but the Regular Army isn’t any better.
None of them are any good.
"But what about these people? It’s too tragic that they’re locked up in the prison camp."
Ding Jiaqi imdiately looked displeased upon hearing this. She tilted her head slightly, looked reproachfully at Chen Jing, and said with a face full of disappointnt, "Chen Jing, you’re demanding too much of . I almost died at Burbank’s hands for them. I’ve done everything I can. Now... I really can’t do anything more!"
Chen Jing: "..."
"I feel sad too and don’t want to see them locked up. But what can I do? This is Burbank’s order, and no one dares to disobey it. In truth, I don’t mind risking my life if it ans helping others, but I can’t involve you. You’re my best friend, my best sister; I can’t be so selfish as to get you killed to save others. Others are important to , but your life is even more important."
Ding Jiaqi’s eyes reddened with emotion as she spoke: "I can’t drag you into this."
Ding Jiaqi: "..." So it’s still her fault? These people being tortured and killed in the prison camp is all blad on her.
For so reason, Chen Jing felt like she wanted to cough up blood, a deep sense of powerlessness engulfing her from the mont she joined Ding Jiaqi at the United Nations Headquarters.
"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Ding Jiaqi looked expectantly at Chen Jing.
"Say what?"
Ding Jiaqi felt even more aggrieved, "Of course, I want you to apologize! You misunderstood , shouldn’t you apologize?"
"...Sorry, Jiaqi, I misunderstood. I shouldn’t have doubted you."
"It’s okay, I forgive you. After all, we’re best friends!" Ding Jiaqi flashed a bright smile and took Chen Jing’s arm, "Co on! Let’s get so food and rest. We have to go treat the wounded tomorrow! The sooner I finish, the sooner I can go find Huo Beijiang. I’ve already inquired; he can return as early as tonight."
Ding Jiaqi left with Chen Jing, chatting and laughing all the way, while Nan Fei, leaning against Gongxi Yunqi, slightly twitched her ears, catching their conversation clearly.
Nan Fei clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could rush to Huo Beijiang and give him a thorough beating, then kick him hard before walking away without looking back.
This bastard! This son of a bitch!
*****
Around the prison camp, there are four elevated sniper points, and on the largest of them, built like a bunker, stand several tall and imposing figures. Leading them is Huo Beijiang, in black camouflage.
Behind him stands Lu Jin, along with Lin Yizhong who just rushed to join them.
The three of them look down at the people confined within the barbed wire below, sensing the tension and latent hostility from afar.
Huo Beijiang’s handso face is grim, his deanor colder than before after just returning from outside, with sharp eyes almost devoid of warmth.
Lin Yizhong, standing behind him, winks at Lu Jin, his amorous, peach blossom eyes squinting humorously.
Lu Jin pretends not to see, but Lin Yizhong, unwilling to give up, nudges him lightly with his elbow, "The boss got divorced, did you know?"
Lu Jin gives him a disdainful look.
How long ago was that? Is it even interesting to bring it up now? And can’t you see the boss’s mood is clearly bad standing up there in front? No need to be so fearless about dying, right?
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