The entrance to the cement factory faced a high-speed expressway, with cars moving swiftly—a suitable place for retreat. Luo Zheng, his face as cold as ice, scanned the surroundings and started to feel a growing sense of alarm. There was no trace of any vehicles or people at the entrance. Could it be that the enemy hadn't arrived? As he pondered this, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number. After answering quickly, he said, "It's me."
"You're quick, didn't expect you to be early. Looks like you're punctual. Abandon your car and run across to the farm on the opposite side of the road. No tricks, we're watching your every move," the person on the line said coldly. It was the same man who had called earlier, and he hung up immediately after speaking.