Dark green wooden crates were being unloaded one after another. They were marked with special spray-painted stencils, indicating their contents: ammunition, weapons, medical supplies, and so on.
"This aid is a godsend, and it couldn't have come at a better time."
"Please send my regards to Elder Tan when you return, Mr. Tan. The friendship between the Iron Sand Army and the Tan family will last forever."
The short-haired woman in a camouflage uniform smiled as she watched the supplies being unloaded crate by crate from the convoy. Several high-ranking officers of the Iron Sand Army stood by her side.
Hearing this, Tan Yue, dressed in a black wool coat, frowned in displeasure. "Is that so? Then why haven't I seen the general this time?"
His words carried a hidden meaning. Behind him stood several trusted security officers from the Jinggang Chamber of Commerce.
He always made an appearance during previous aid deliveries.
But this time...
"The general was injured."
