"Huh... I remember there were four vehicles. Right?" a man glanced at his companion.
Seeing the anger slowly surface on Brother Zhong's face, his companion weakly said, "Should be..."
"Then where the heck did the other vehicle go?" Brother Zhong roared furiously.
Nobody knew how to respond.
Brother Zhong gave them a look. He knew that they had come in four vehicles and now only three remained.
He immediately stepped forward and saw that one of the vehicles' windows had been smashed.
"Someone! Someone drove off with our car," Brother Zhong stated coldly.
"But, when we went in earlier, we clearly didn't see anyone. How could it…" The man who first spoke said.
Brother Zhong took a deep breath and then exhaled. He was very angry today.
This trip was utterly unnecessary. The time spent was one thing, but they had come to find some supplies.
In the end, they didn't find any supplies. Instead, one of their vehicles was stolen.
