Zhenlan pinched the bridge of his nose and, for one brief second, understood why Rouxi kept the idea of murder as a household management strategy on the table every time someone walked through their front door.
There was too much time being wasted on things that really didn't matter.
Look at them right now... they had been standing here for at least an hour, even if it felt like days, and nothing was actually getting done.
Commander Li still wanted answers about the protest. Tan Wei and Sun Ming were watching the soldiers like they expected one of them to start foaming at the mouth. Lingyun looked like he was one bad sentence away from trying to solve morale with arson, and Chenghai had already broken up one ration-line fight by making a man kneel in the dirt.
All of that was important to someone, but it wasn't important to him... and it wasn't the reason they had come here.
