The camp mainly consisted of tents.
The winter tents stood tall, forming small rooms where the mercenaries and the production team lived.
Chen Wen took a quick glance.
By tent standards, each tent accommodated two people.
Combined, the mercenaries and the production team had about a hundred people.
But the production team outnumbered the mercenaries.
Chen Wen estimated there were about thirty mercenaries.
There weren't many of them, but their combat ability was undoubtedly strong.
At least the seventy or so production staff didn't dare to resist them.
After placing the transported items in a corner of the camp,
Chen Wen and the production team were brought to the center of the camp by the mercenaries, waiting for orders.
Seeing the mercenaries were not managing strictly, Chen Wen lowered his body, squeezed through the crowd, and approached Hua Yun's side.
After the two met up, they deliberately walked to a corner.
"How's the intel gathering?"
Chen Wen asked in Chinese.
