There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the roar of an engine starting, and then the call was disconnected.
Fang Qingyu put away his phone and looked at the old commander and the group of remnants: "My people will be here soon, and she will arrange for a temporary place for you to rest. Whatever the matter is, let's talk about it after daybreak."
The old commander opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
But in the end, under the gaze of Fang Qingyu's calm, starry eyes.
He swallowed all his words, which finally turned into a heavy sigh: "Everything will be according to Captain Fang's arrangements. Thank you."
The waiting time was not long.
A few minutes later, a heavy motorcycle's agitated engine roar came from the end of the street.
A Harley Fat Boy with rugged lines, all matte black.
A beautiful tail slide emergency brake.
Stopped steadily in front of Fang Qingyu.
