"Squeak..."
As the door slowly closed, a trace of unease flickered across the face of the man in sunglasses. Before following Ling Mo into the room, countless thoughts had already raced through his mind, but whether or not to speak, and what to say, he hadn't figured out at all.
A few days ago, Ling Mo asked him about the route. Now, what's certain is that he's trying to find out secret information about the grain depots, which is his biggest leverage for survival. Although it's unclear why Ling Mo hasn't turned him in immediately, or chose not to return to Falcon right away but instead came to this deserted place, it's not his main concern.
The only question he was pondering now was: Do I really have to sell out "myself"?
