The Middle East.
In a border city.
Feng Yuanxing and a group of soldiers were hiding in the underground parking lot of a building.
Occasionally, explosions could be heard outside.
The ground would occasionally shake.
"President Tang, hurry up and reply."
Feng Yuanxing sat in the car with his laptop on his lap, waiting for Tang Rui's reply.
His legs kept shaking. He was nervous. He was afraid.
All sorts of negative emotions were corroding his soul.
"What happened?"
On the communication window, Tang Rui's reply appeared.
"Boss, I'm hiding in the underground parking lot of a shopping mall. Houthi soldiers are outside," Feng Yuanxing immediately replied.
"Is there a problem? You can just hide. They won't do anything to you."
Seeing the message sent by Tang Rui, Feng Yuanxing's face was full of a bitter smile.
Under normal circumstances, he was not afraid.