On a rainy day, a convoy of four off-road vehicles sped down a potholed, muddy dirt road, spraying mud and water everywhere and tearing up the road.
Leading the way was a black Hummer.
Wang Yan sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the window with a cigarette in his mouth, boredly watching the unchanging wilderness outside...
Mao Pan was not an honest man. After hiding out for two months, he could no longer stand a life outside where he had no way to do whatever he wanted. He had long known that Wang Yan and Chen Hao had reached an agreement, but at the time, his fear of Wang Yan was at its peak, leaving him terrified day and night.
As time passed, his fear faded, and his twisted thoughts once again went to his head. He increasingly wanted to return to the Three Border Slope he knew so well, where he could act with impunity.
So he went back.
Chen Hao, meanwhile, had returned during the period when trouble broke out at the logging camp. His logging camp was the largest in the Three Border Slope and brought in a great deal of money every year. Naturally, he had to find a way to get it back, while also rescuing his nephew...
The reason Chen Hao dared to return was, of course, that pigeon-blood ruby. Before that, although the two had already reached an agreement, he had been afraid that Wang Yan would not keep his word. This time, Wang Yan had brought out another pigeon-blood ruby worth tens of millions, which put his mind at ease.
So all in all, Wang Yan was not such an unreasonable person, much less someone who would steal other people's valuable treasures. He simply had empathy. He understood Chen Hao's difficulties