Jiang Changhai, holding a firearm, closely monitored the surroundings, thinking that Zhang Xiaobei would yield results quickly after his departure, but after waiting for approximately ten minutes, there was still no action from Zhang Xiaobei; he squatted motionless, making Jiang Changhai increasingly anxious.
"Xiaobei, how is it going over there?"
Jiang Changhai called out several times but still received no response from Zhang Xiaobei.
According to his years of experience, he was sure that Zhang Xiaobei had encountered trouble.
However, even if he had encountered trouble, there should have been some response, could it be that Zhang Xiaobei had encountered a trap and the things within it had cost him his life?
The more Jiang Changhai thought about it, the more he regretted; had it been that way, he should have gone himself in the beginning.