Worried that the parasites might return during the night, Lu Wei and the others did not dare stay in the village any longer, so they followed Mister Luo to a gas station by the highway to rest.
Inside the gas station, Xiao Zhao fiddled with the fuel nozzle a few times, but not a single drop came out. He could only give up.
They now had only one vehicle that could still run, but there was not much fuel left in it, not enough to get them back to camp.
Looking toward the gas station's small convenience store, they saw that Old Mo, Shan Wa, and the others had cleared out a section inside.
The men had already tossed the empty shelves against the wall, leaving an open space where they could rest.
However, the young man who claimed his surname was Luo had stayed alone in his SUV, looking rather unsociable.
Just then, Xiao Zhao saw Lu Wei waving to him, so he went inside.
"Close the door," Lu Wei said.
Xiao Zhao shut the door, then heard Lu Wei say, "We're going to get rich."
Xiao Zhao and the others all froze for a moment, not knowing how Lu Wei had reached this conclusion about getting rich.
Zhang Da Pao muttered, "Boss, quit teasing us. We're lucky we didn't die this time. Where would we find any money to make?"
Lu Wei smiled slyly. "The money is outside."
"It's in that SUV."
"That's right."
"It's that guy surnamed Luo."
"Don't look outside. Sit down."
Xiao Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He sat down, and like the others, looked toward Lu Wei.
Shan Wa asked doubtfully, "Boss, how is that guy surnamed Luo money?"
Lu Wei lowered his voice. "Something happened last year. I don't know if you've heard,