January 28th. The weather is overcast.
Early in the morning, Li Yu got dressed and slung a 1-liter thermos over his shoulder.
In the pockets around his waist, two handguns, on his back a submachine gun and a long knife.
A dagger was tucked into his thigh.
Wearing professional cold-weather gear, snow boots, with a hat, mask, and gloves.
His tall and burly figure, clad entirely in black gear, looked wildly imposing.
He walked to Weng City, ignoring the resentful expressions of Li Tie and Li Gang, their looks seemed to say: why didn't you take us along.
Dapao was quite happy, especially seeing the resentful looks in the eyes of Li Tie, his face couldn't help but smile. They had stayed in the base for a while without going anywhere, so this trip was a good opportunity for him to be active and get some fresh air.
Li Yu's brow was furrowed; he wasn't in such a great mood. Yesterday morning had been clear, and now it was overcast.
