Welcoming Them
"Where are those traitors?"
Seated in a security company's jeep, Mei Jiaping, leader of the America operation team, had been looking through his binoculars for quite a while.
There were no decent buildings by the Great Salt Lake, and he couldn't see a single person—just a stretch of desolation.
The shores of the Dead Sea were usually nothing but rocks of all sizes and patches of salt crust. Green vegetation was a rare sight.
The Great God Club's challenge had been delivered to Mei Jiaping by Shi Boxue, but when they arrived at the spot by the Great Salt Lake indicated in the letter, they couldn't see a soul.
Was the Great God Club, which had repeatedly insisted on a public duel, just playing them for fools?
"Old Mei, look at the water!"
Sitting atop a large truck, Shi Boxue had a higher vantage point and could see more.
On the blue lake, a great many containers floated in the distance, arranged in neat, tightly packed rows.
"Damn, are those coffins?"
Group Leader Mei couldn't help commenting. His voice traveled to Shi Boxue over the walkie-talkie.
From a distance, the long, rectangular shipping containers really did look like coffins. They were a thoroughly unlucky sight. Who in their right mind would float coffins on a lake?
"Heh, they're coffins for the people who prepared them. Pretty far-sighted of them!"
Shi Boxue tossed out the sarcastic remark.
Mei Jiaping laughed along, then suddenly said, "A boat's coming!"
Two flat-bottomed sand barges, the kind commonly seen on inland waterways, slowly approached from the floating containers that looked like coffins from a distance.
Built to carry as much cargo as possible, the sand barges had been modified to include cabins, offering shelter for both people and cargo. They were well suited