A military vehicle ran over quiet roads in the dead of night. A little ways off, Bailu Town sat quietly, its lights shining in the dark. Thunder Horse Military Factory had brought business to the town and it had prospered as a result. 

Long Bing circled around the town and came straight to the main entrance of Thunder Horse Manufacturing. Xia Lei then discovered that guard posts had been mounted on the gates. A soldier stood in the guard post, straight as an arrow with a gleaming baton in his hand; he looked threatening. An electric fence had been installed on the walls too, and surveillance cameras. The entire area was under strict security.

“I won’t be going in.” Long Bing stopped the vehicle at the gates. “I’ll call you another day. Let’s go for a meal.”

“Sure.” Xia Lei agreed with a smile, then took out a paper bag from his trouser pocket and handed it to Long Bing. 

“What’s this?” Long Bing took the bag and asked curiously. 

“A souvenir I picked up in the White Hun Tribe. It’s for you. You’ve always taken care of me and I’ve long wanted...