The sergeant took the identification documents from Leitao, scrutinizing them with a sharp gaze. He flipped through the papers casually, the crisp sound of the pages cutting through the tense atmosphere. His eyes darted between the documents and Leitao’s group, then suddenly, his pupils contracted—a subtle change Leitao caught immediately.
"What are you doing in Manchuria?" the sergeant asked, his voice suddenly icy.
Leitao had been prepared. He kept a humble smile on his face and replied unhurriedly, "Sergeant, we are here on a mission from the Mitsubishi Corporation headquarters to the Kwantung Army command. This material concerns the Empire’s holy war and cannot be delayed." With that, he bowed slightly to show respect, though his peripheral vision was locked on the sergeant’s index finger—the one unconsciously rubbing the document’s serial number, revealing his inner suspicion.
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