The Guard Team's vehicle also pulled to a stop, and He Yue led several of his men over to Gu Xi.
"Miss Gu..."
But the moment he spoke, he realized something was wrong.
Several members of the Special Service Team had silently positioned themselves behind them without making a sound. Their formation, which looked casual at a glance, actually blocked all avenues of attack... and retreat.
He Yue had the sudden, depressing realization that, compared to these highly trained Special Service Team members, his own men were a disorganized rabble.
"Something I can help you with?" Ye Junhan asked from a short distance away. He hadn't moved, one hand resting on his scabbard, and he gave He Yue a cool, indifferent glance.
A single glance, but it felt like daggers in his back.
He Yue took a deep breath, his expression neutral as he turned to Ye Junhan. "Mr. Ye, I just saw Mr. Zhao and his men setting up a defensive perimeter. Isn't it a little early for us to be making camp?"
