On the Verge of Exploding (Please Vote)

These four belonged to a gold-panning gang, with more than a hundred thugs and several hundred workers under them.

As Red Sister put it, those who ran illegal mines were all desperadoes, living as if there were no tomorrow.

But she had also said that if one could survive a year without dying and get out in time, one had made a profit.

Could anyone get out in time? They really could. As mentioned before, challengers in this trade came wave after wave without end. If you did not pull out, only death awaited you—absolutely no one was exempt.

Of course, quite a few people could not get out after entering the business, but that was mostly because they had no way back. Quitting meant death, while staying might let them live a couple more days.

Others got out after becoming disabled. That already counted as incredible luck—at least they were still alive, weren't they?

There was no need to dwell on the digression. Although the gang formed by these four also engaged in violence and killing, they still intended to get out. Their plan was to make a fortune and leave.

That was precisely why they had gotten in touch with Henglong. Most of the gold they panned was sold to Henglong.

This time, Henglong had asked them to trade with someone whose background they knew nothing about, and it was a deal worth eighteen million. They did not know whether the other party was nervous, but there was no question that they themselves were.

The truth was, few of these illegal gold panners were decent people. Plenty had blood on their hands. Last month, when a gold miner hid some gold dust, their thugs had thrown him straight off a cliff.

But that had been deep in the