Su Mo pulled his hand, looking at the table full of dishes, her round eyes curved with a smile tinged with a hint of coldness, "But you have to be alive to tell anyone."
...
"It's about time," Li Ming stared at the night sky outside, chewing the gum in his mouth, his gaze fierce.
His small study was now crowded with people surrounding a radio, the faces of the burly men all ferociously intense.
One of them, full of confidence, said, "For the supplies of that one year, we have to give it our all. They are just five people, not to be feared."
Li Yun sat at the table, his facial features gentle, as he connected to the radio again, "When the sun rises tomorrow, meet at the signal tower."
After a burst of static, a response came from the other side, "We need them alive, three helicopters have been dispatched."
The signal was cut off, Li Yun nodded towards those burly men, and Li Ming led the people out.
