Chapter 500: The Martyrs Have Gone, the Brave Are on Their Way

The next day, in the afternoon.

Beijing, near Guang'anmen.

Fang Huai, carrying two boxes of milk and a bag of tea, lingered in front of a gate surrounded by several old five- or six-story buildings and a few detached small buildings.

In a family compound of a military-level unit, there should be at least two People's Armed Police sentries, but here in the capital, only a security room was assigned.

Yet Fang Huai was very cautious, continuously checking the time.

4:26 PM.

4:27 PM.

At exactly 4:30 PM, an hour before mealtime, he looked up and walked in.

The old man at the gate, used to seeing people waiting like this, glanced at the milk and tea in Fang Huai's hands, had him sign in, and then let him through.

...

The meeting lasted longer than expected.

At 7:30 PM, Vice Bureau Chief Yu, dressed in sportswear, came out of a small building, leading the way with Fang Huai following close behind, half a step away.