Jingzhou, 10 PM, bridgehead.
Here, as always, it's still quiet. As Ham Liu would say, don't worry, people haven't started coming in yet!
Brother Squid couldn't hold it in, "You say that every day, yet no one ever comes! Hey, the bridgehead can't be without Brother Jiaozi!"
Not just the vendors, but even the foot massage shop owner He Chunming was sitting at a table, eating fried ham and grilled squid, with a side of stinky tofu.
"Where did Boss Xiao Chen go? Haven't seen anything in the intelligence group recently, did he go to Wanglong Mountain to become a monk?"
"He better not become a monk. If he moves into Haiyue Temple, even the Buddha would have to start eating meat!" Ham Liu joked.
When business is slow and there's nothing to do, Ham Liu likes to check out Douyin, but unlike the young folks, his algorithm feeds him local news.
Idly scrolling through Douyin, Ham Liu swiped through several videos, suddenly freezing in place.
