Delivering supplies to the rebel army?
Zhang Hengshan felt something churning in his throat, wanting to speak, but couldn’t say a word.
Indeed, they had provided some living supplies to certain people in the west along the way, but those were refugees!
Surviving is extremely difficult, how could they be the rebel army?!
Zhang Hengshan whispered: "Brother Zhang, we’re from the same hometown, could this be a misunderstanding? Where did this warrant come from?"
The person in charge said expressionlessly: "This is an arrest warrant issued by the West 4 Zone government, do not resist, resistance will not end well."
Zhang Hengshan’s heart sank; although the person was unfriendly, the implication in his words was deep.
He took a deep breath and said: "I need to make two phone calls!"
The person in charge said impatiently: "You can make calls along the way, take them all away!"
With a big wave of his hand, the guards who had long been eyeing them pounced, detaining all the accompanying employees, including Zhang Hengshan, into the temporary holding cabin.
The cabin had no lights, dark and cold, Zhang Hengshan reassured his employees a few words, then began calling friends he knew in the government.
But without exception, either their phones were off or they refused to answer, leaving Zhang Hengshan in complete despair.
As expected, some bigwig was targeting them.
Zhang Hengshan’s mind became muddled, unable to figure out who was targeting him.
They were just a small to medium logistics company, Zhongshan Logistics, not qualified to anger those bigwigs...
In the darkness, Zhang Hengshan’s assistant moved over, whispering: "Boss, that person said our charge was transporting supplies to the rebel army, could it be someone disapproved of us supporting those refugees?"
Zhang Hengshan’s heart stopped abruptly, then sank into a bottomless abyss, unsure if it was for his own fate or others’.
Those bigwigs... aren’t even allowing this?
The atmosphere in the holding cabin grew increasingly dismal.
This confusion lasted for more than half an hour, some employees were saying farewell to family, thinking life and death were uncertain this time, with sobbing heard occasionally, but no one blamed Zhang Hengshan.
Because they too were once among those refugees.
The cabin door holding them was opened, a line of light suddenly flooded the dark room through the door gap.
"Are you employees of Zhongshan Logistics?"
Someone stood with their back to the light at the door, speaking gently to them:
"You can come out now, the charges against you have been dropped."
Upon stepping out of the cabin door, although it had been only half an hour, Zhang Hengshan felt as if it were a different lifetime, the light glaring.
The one who opened the door was an officer, looking very young, with a lean face, fine eyebrows, long eyes, looking fair and even somewhat frail, appearing somewhat easy to bully.
But shortly after he arrived, the previously swaggering spaceport manager came running over with a grim and hurried expression.
"Your Excellency, we just received the order to drop the charges..." the manager said hoarsely.
The young officer glanced at the manager and smiled: "If I remember correctly, there should still be charges against you."
The manager’s pupils contracted rapidly, he approached quickly, like Zhang Hengshan earlier, whispered: "May I have a word with you, I think there’s some misunderstanding here."
The young officer smiled: "I’m sorry, I’m on duty."
He waved his hand, and soon several martial artists in military uniforms came over expressionlessly, escorting their group into the dark cabin door.
"Let me confirm, are you Zhang Hengshan from Zhongshan Logistics?"
The young officer looked at Zhang Hengshan, speaking politely.
"Yes... yes, yes! I am Zhang Hengshan!" Zhang Hengshan shivered.
The young officer stepped forward, shook his hand, and said with a smile: "The charges against you and Zhongshan Logistics have been dropped, you are free to leave. Additionally, the Federation is grateful for what you’ve done in the west during this time, both you and your company will receive commendations and support from the Federation in the future."
Zhang Hengshan stood stunned on the spot.
In just half an hour, they were first accused of serving the rebel army, temporarily held, and then released, with someone even representing the Federation officially to affirm what they did during this time...
What level of confrontation lies behind this half hour?
Just thinking about it left him fearful.
It’s like two mighty forces were secretly wrestling in the sky, while they were mere ants caught in the crossfire.
Zhang Hengshan took a deep breath and asked hopefully: "May I ask... is the government planning to resolve the western conflict?"
The young officer nodded firmly: "Yes, but not to resolve, rather to quell!"
"Quell...?" Zhang Hengshan murmured.
Quell whose conflict?
The Federation’s west?
Here mountains encircle, peaks rise, relationships are intricate... has the Federation’s official finally decided to take action?!
Zhang Hengshan’s emotions surged.
He was also born in the west, so despite achieving some semblance of success, still made his adventurous money in the west, and even used delivering goods for certain families to provide basic living supplies to refugees in some areas...
He bid farewell somewhat dazedly, stepping onto his spacecraft.
"Boss, should we... still deliver this batch of supplies?"
The assistant hesitantly asked him in a low voice from beside.
Zhang Hengshan snapped back to reality, saying: "Deliver! Of course deliver! That person just helped us because we were helping others!"
"Full speed ahead! I must tell Yan about this news!"