"Xiao Tang, it's back, that vehicle is back."
Old Zhao's urgent shout jolted Tang Xiaoquan, who had just dozed off, awake again. The latter's bewildered expression made it clear he hadn't quite shaken off his drowsiness. It wasn't until the sound of Wang Qiang hurriedly climbing the stairs reached him that he realized what Old Zhao was referring to.
"How is it? What's the situation? Are there any people from Spring Xiu's side?" As soon as he reached the rooftop, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't wait to ask.
Wang Qiang shot him a sidelong glance a couple of times and, with a lack of curiosity, ridiculed, "Spring Xiu's people or not, you tell me, who from our side can even recognize that group?"
"That's right, Xiao Tang. Qiangzi is correct; we don't know Spring Xiu's people. How can we identify them?" Old Zhao too had the same doubt.
