"No need to worry too much about food and drink, but the barracks..."
"Chairman Li, something's wrong!"
Li Zongkai was just about to reassure everyone when Wu Daqiang, carrying a communicator, ran to the shop's entrance, his face full of urgency, still holding the communicator in hand.
Swish.
A dozen pairs of eyes inside the room all turned towards the entrance.
Zhang Su gestured and said, "What's the matter? Come on, tell us slowly!"
"Mr. Zhang, sorry, but... there's no slowing down..." Wu Daqiang stepped into the shop, pulled out a table, thumped the communicator onto it, and said heavily, "The camp... something happened at the camp!"
"What?"
Li Zongkai's eyes bulged as he stared at Wu Daqiang, waving his arms urgently, "Quick, tell us!"
Everyone present couldn't help but swallow nervously, looking at each other with grave expressions. They were just discussing going to the barracks when something happened there — such bad timing!
