Just like that, Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai breezed through the checkpoint with nothing more than a shout.
"Hey, we're far enough now, no need to keep up the act." After running along the road for a while, Sun Yixie was no longer hunched over with hands on his belly and he reminded Huang Donglai.
But Huang Donglai replied, "No, the pretense got to me, and now I actually need to go."
"Mother of chickens!" Sun Yixie couldn't help but blurt out in disgust, and what followed—his colorful rant—we won't get into the details. In the end, he still accompanied Huang Donglai for a real trip to the latrine.
...
Around half an hour later.
Di Bujuan, who was enjoying tea inside the meeting venue, received a letter.
Di Bujuan didn't speak, he didn't even bother to open his eyes to look at Zhao Biao, the one who delivered the letter. Instead, he leisurely sipped his tea before finally asking, "Repeat that, who sent you with this?"
