"Sam Country? Missiles? Little sister, you're really cute." That pleasant voice from before laughed.
The middle‑aged man just gave Lan Xue a faint glance and said nothing. Lan Xue was thoroughly depressed, but she could feel his goodwill—at least he didn't seem to mean them any harm—so she simply stopped asking. After waiting a few minutes, the middle‑aged man suddenly said, "About an hour west of here is the ocean. There's one of your nuclear submarines there. Don't ask me how I know. Contact your people right now and arrange for that nuclear submarine to take you back home."
