At the sight of the convoy, Chen Hao's heart tightened slightly, and he turned and ran back.
Before Chen Hao could rush into the house, he saw Xiang Wencun standing at a second-floor window, looking outside.
By the time he went upstairs, Xiang Wencun had closed the window. "These people are probably here for Ralph and his family."
Chen Hao nodded, understanding what she meant.
Although they could already tell these people meant trouble, they had only just arrived. If they could avoid getting involved, they would. Otherwise, they might bring a great deal of unnecessary trouble upon themselves before their operation even began.
Soon, four luxury cars pulled up at the farm entrance in clouds of dust, their glaring headlights lighting up the entire farmhouse.
Ralph rushed out with a hunting rifle in his hands, his expression grim.
More than a dozen burly men got out of the cars, all carrying weapons as well.
Since America was a country where anyone could own a gun, seeing armed people here was nothing unusual.
The last person out was a lean man with a cigar in his mouth. Once he stepped out, he asked his men sinisterly, "Are you sure the guy who crippled Jimmy is at Ralph's place?"
One of his lackeys answered with absolute certainty, "I'm sure. I saw that guy get into Ralph's car myself."
Blowing out a long stream of smoke, the lean man slowly walked forward.
The moment Ralph saw him, he said rather nervously, "Roger, I'll definitely pay you back before the end of the month. Even if you bring your men over now, I don't have the money."
From his tone, Ralph and Roger seemed to have known each other for some time, and their relationship was far from "ordinary."
"Who said I came