Across the wilderness, a convoy moved slowly, with escort vehicles guarding both its front and rear. However, there were pitifully few guards within the convoy.
On a snowy slope, Liu Donghai lowered his binoculars. Dressed in white cold-weather gear, he smiled and said,
"That's right. This is one fat sheep."
"We haven't had a haul yet this year. And now they've delivered themselves right to us. Brothers, let's open the gates and welcome the God of Wealth!"
With a wave of his hand, his men, who had long been lying in ambush nearby, drove down the slope.
In the blink of an eye, gunfire rang out along the wilderness road. Perhaps because the convoy was no match for Liu Donghai's men, its guards fired a few token shots before running away faster than rabbits.
In less than ten minutes, the merchant convoy's goods had fallen into Liu Donghai's hands.
"Open the doors. Let's see what's inside."
Liu Donghai shouted the order.
A subordinate beside him rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Brother Dong, we've done so many 'deals,' but this one was the easiest."
"Still, those cowards ran far too quickly. Could this be a trap?"
A man with yellow hair came over and slapped him on the head. "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't you know who our Brother Dong is? He's Elder Chen's disciple. How could anyone trick him?"
"That's true, that's true."
With a clang, the cargo truck's lock was pried open. The doors swung apart, revealing box after box inside.
Liu Donghai gave a meaningful glance, and several subordinates climbed in to inspect the goods. Liu Donghai himself remained outside, smoking a cigarette.
Soon, a series of surprised shouts rang out from inside the truck.
"We've struck it rich, Brother Dong! These are good things!"
"There