Lin Chuan led Zhou Rui straight in.
"Stop right there!" another armed police warrior hastily scolded.
"Don't stop him!" the toppled warrior hurriedly pulled his companion back, saying, "An expert!"
The two immediately fell silent as if they were in the grip of cold winter.
Lin Chuan, with Zhou Rui in tow, quickly walked deeper into the armed police compound, which was very peaceful, with lush greenery, and dense bushes on both sides. There stood rows of camphor trees over ten meters tall, each pruned as beautifully, delicately, and magnificently as a large umbrella.
After entering, there was an eerily oppressive feeling. Not a single person could be seen on the road, only a concrete path extending straight ahead. Zhou Rui, holding Lin Chuan's hand, couldn't help but grow tense.
"Xiao Rui, are you scared?" asked Lin Chuan.
"No, not scared!" Zhou Rui shook her head.
"That's good." Lin Chuan took Zhou Rui's hand and quickened his pace.
