Everything was for the goods, so they waited! Both sides temporarily fell silent and each looked at the scenery.
Mm! Tonight's scenery was truly beautiful. The distance was pitch-black, possessing a kind of dazzlingly colorful blackness. It really made one want to describe that darkness and praise the view.
Chen Mo was rather speechless. This moment of silence had the two groups each admiring the scenery, so he sensibly retreated a little and hid behind the bushes, merely using his Spiritual Sense to watch everyone.
The sound of "putt-putt-putt" came over, piercing the dark night as several beams of light shone over. Someone else had arrived at Pound Degou Bridge by vehicle.
Several tuk-tuks approached, each carrying quite a few people.
Since Chen Mo had hidden himself well, there was no chance of exposure. After the tuk-tuks drove near the bridge, they stopped, and more than a dozen Cambodians jumped out.
Their aura was indeed far inferior. These Cambodian thugs were truly poor; every one of them wore short sleeves and slippers and rode motorcycles. Still, they all carried weapons. Though they were merely pistols, clubs, and the like, they looked rather imposing as a large group marched toward the underside of the bridge.
One of them was still carrying a briefcase, handcuffed to his wrist. After getting down, he walked up to Ruilai and said, "Oldest Brother, the thing you wanted."
Chen Mo, hiding off to one side, was dumbfounded!
Because he still could not see what it was. Why? Because when these people had arrived in the tuk-tuks, his Spiritual Sense had already swept over them, especially the man holding the briefcase.
Yet he discovered that the inside of this briefcase was exactly the same as the previous one: it was entirely filled with cushioning material, with only