Ye Tian wanted a cigarette, but was too embarrassed to ask for one.
"Kid, what brought you to Mutuo? Surely you didn't come just for the garrison duty?"
Ye Tian shook his head, "I'm a journalist, sent here by my unit."
"Delving into the grassroots, perceiving public sentiment?"
"Umm... It's kind of that, yes."
The old soldier looked at him with disdain, "You're not being honest, not honest at all."
Knowing he'd been seen through, Ye Tian didn't say much, and the old soldier didn't ask any further. After all, they had been specifically instructed by their superiors to ensure the safety of this young man. They didn't have to pamper him with the finest food and clothing, but they were to make sure he stayed in one piece.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out ahead, and the crowd started scattering. People holding torches and flashlights moved away, as if troops were approaching.
