Leitao’s gaze grew heavy as he tucked the miniature glass vial into the Bagua Spinning Top Space. "The waters here run deep," he said. "The appearance of these Japanese Army chemical agents suggests that the Kwantung Army is brewing a larger conspiracy using intelligence provided by a traitor." He looked toward Meng Yan and Old Qiao, his eyes filled with a trace of resolve.
Meng Yan patted the frame of his rifle and gritted his teeth. "Whatever their conspiracy is, we’ll take them down one by one. We cannot let them succeed!"
Old Qiao nodded silently, checking the pistol in his hand. He chambered a round, the action producing a crisp, metallic click.
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