Liu Cheng was about to cry, being threatened with a gun by a senior colonel on one side and having a drunk idiot spouting nonsense on the other. His legs were getting weak, and he was about to wet his pants in fear.
Especially when Zhao Yang shouted about urinating on the armored vehicle, his voice was so loud that everybody on the ground heard it.
Liu Cheng felt like a thousand wild horses were trampling in his heart, wishing he could jump up and give Zhao Yang a good beating.
Damn it, Zhao Yang, you bastard, you get drunk and start talking nonsense, this time you're really gonna get me killed!
If prior to witnessing the scene in the warehouse Liu Cheng felt excitement and shock, now he only felt regret and fear. If he'd known staying here would get him caught and held at gunpoint, he definitely wouldn't be stupid enough to come here and seek his own death.
