The needle was covered in fresh blood; maybe he hadn't aimed right and jabbed into the corpus cavernosum.
Dapao held the needle, but instead of ripping the tape off Qiu Yuanze's face, he walked over to that other man, the one Lao Zhou said also had a gun.
"So, how about you talk to me?"
The man's whole body was shaking like a sieve, regret eating him alive. He was kicking himself for listening to Brother Cheng and insisting on taking such a risk.
He'd thought this force, since it took in these survivors, must have some kind of so‑called "bottom line" and a desire to save people. And forces like that, they'd always known how things usually ended.
But once the protest was over, he realized Brother Cheng had been wrong.
Completely, utterly wrong.
This Big Camphor Tree Base wasn't some decent outfit at all, it was a wolf in sheep's clothing—no, a whole pack of wolves!
