"Chief Ye, will they... will they openly use heavy weapons?"
After much hesitation, Yaoguang finally asked what was unsettling her. On the way, Ye Xuan had already destroyed three reckless heavy trucks, and to protect the three of them, Liu Xing's forehead was bruised purple.
The situations she had only seen in movies and TV were not comforting when experienced personally. Even though she was raised as a boy, she was still panicked. This was completely different from the small tasks she participated in back home; life and death often hung by a thread.
Ye Xuan glanced at her through the rearview mirror and comforted her, "This isn't Africa, they don't have the guts for that."
Yaoguang smiled sheepishly, "I'm not afraid, it's just... I'm a little unsure. Ideally, I wouldn't want my farewell letter to get opened, hehe..."
"Yao Yao..." Luo Ye held her and patted her twice, comforting her.
