Gan Yuan withdrew her gaze from the night, turned around, and walked up the steps. "Bring me tomorrow's work schedule!"
Everyone was working hard, so she certainly wouldn't slack off.
General Barton, even if you plot tirelessly, I won't let you win against me!
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Inside the rundown repair factory.
A sleeping Qian Xueying was vigorously shaken awake, and before she was fully conscious, she was dragged out of bed.
Sam tossed her clothes over, "Hurry and put on your clothes, we're leaving!"
She had just been ravaged by Baldy, compounded by a fever from inflamed wounds, and her condition was very poor. Yet, under Sam's intimidation, she dared not resist and had to muster up the energy to put on her clothes, following him out of the factory.
In the yard, Gan Tang had also been brought out by a subordinate and stuffed into the car.
Sam pulled Qian Xueying's arm, leading her into the car, and immediately gave a heavy order.
"Drive!"
Qian Xueying yawned, "We're…"
