At this moment.
Dusk had already fallen.
A large truck drove through a humble little town. The residents by the roadside hurriedly stepped aside when they saw it.
Inside the truck's cargo compartment.
Yan Huan sat trembling amid several burly men wearing little green caps, holding out his phone.
"Um... it's done. Twenty thousand yuan. Take a look?"
One of the burly men took the phone, narrowed his eyes, and began checking the text message on the screen.
[X year X month X day XX bank card number XXXX received a transfer of 20,000.000 yuan.]
Seeing that Yan Huan had really closed the deal, the man nodded in satisfaction.
The man's skin was extremely dark, like soy sauce.
In the dim cargo compartment, Yan Huan would not even have been able to see him if not for the whites of his eyes.
The man flashed his white teeth and praised him in clumsy Chinese.
"Good. I like people from your country. Your business ability very strong!"
"Now you got two choices."
"One, join us and become glorious Night Dance Wish!"
"Two, become human cargo and get sold to another compound!"
Listening to that broken Chinese, Yan Huan could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Good lord, where the hell had he been taken?
Come to think of it, that stream from before had apparently been some village chief's property.
He had only rushed over and taken a few gulps, yet seven or eight black men had surrounded him and sent him here.
"Emmmm..."
Yan Huan looked at the man beside him, who seemed to be the leader, and cautiously asked,
"Um..."
"Is there a third option? Like sending me back home or something?"
"..."
The black man said nothing. Instead, he slowly pulled a