Wang Jian's understanding of his master deepened. It seemed that calling in Feng Yan and the others wasn't solely a matter of connections.
Wang Jian and Xu Changqing sat in the back seat of the car.
"Be careful this time," Xu Changqing said. "That place is a real dragon's den now."
Wang Jian couldn't help but ask, "Then why not bring more people?"
Xu Changqing clearly had some understanding of the situation and wasn't acting on impulse. At his age, he was far less reckless than a young man. "If this were a problem that numbers alone could solve," he said, "the tragedy in Shanghai City thirty years ago would never have happened. This time, bringing more people would be useless."
"This Gao Yang isn't the main target. The one behind him is very likely one of the fish that slipped through the net after the tragedy thirty years ago."
"That's because the location he chose was also listed as a severely afflicted area in the documents from thirty years ago."
