"But let's not be too pessimistic. There are a lot of us, and we have weapons. We won't be at a disadvantage."
At that moment, Quincy suddenly looked at Taylor Vance. "Mr. Vance, what you gave them wasn't meat, was it? It was alcohol, right?"
Taylor Vance nodded. "It was sweet potato wine."
"No wonder they were so thrilled."
"From now on, let's avoid going through villages, lest we run into more people trying to scam us for a toll. Times are tough, and we're too big a target. Fighting might be officially forbidden, but there aren't any surveillance cameras. There will always be places the patrols can't reach."
After speaking, Officer Graham glanced worriedly at Wendy. The thought of what Langley had said about the "moving cars" made him deeply uneasy. When he got back, he had told Wendy over and over again not to leave the group's sight, not to trust anyone, and not to go off with strangers.
