Condolences?
When Shen Wuxiao saw Hong Fei arranging for people to head to the perimeter, he realized it.
It had only been a test of the waters.
He had not expected Three Fools to truly take the bait so easily.
That made things much more convenient.
Night had already fallen, and excavation had begun over there.
But the Hexi estate was not just a tiny plot of land.
It was an entire stretch.
Across such a vast area, even with over a hundred people digging, finding one tiny box would still take a very, very long time.
Shen Wuxiao had no intention of getting involved in that. He stayed in the car with Hexi.
They talked about what was about to happen.
Of course, even if they stayed in the car, they could not simply do nothing.
Earlier, Shen Wuxiao had taken some water and added medicine that induced fatigue.
Then he had tossed it over there for people to take as they pleased.
Poisoning them was not advisable. None of the people here were ordinary martial artists, and poison would still trigger a major reaction.
They still had their uses.
"Husband, did you secretly put something in there that causes diarrhea?" Hexi had no idea what Shen Wuxiao had added earlier.
Shen Wuxiao shook his head. "That would be disgusting. I only put in something that can make people tired."
"Later, quite a few people will feel especially exhausted and take a rest. What do you think Hong Fei will do?"
Hexi pursed her lips. "He'll get angry and anxious. Since he thinks you might arrive at any moment, he'll definitely want to hurry. Yet they're slacking off."
Shen Wuxiao smiled. "Exactly. He might even make a move. When that happens, I'll go offer condolences with you!"
"Martial artists