A dozen or so camels moved slowly through the desert in a single file.
Most carried figures of varying heights wrapped tightly from head to toe. Some even covered their faces with scarves, leaving only a pair of weary eyes exposed.
Only the few camels in the middle carried heavy bundles instead.
On the two camels at the head of the line, a dark-faced middle-aged man was quietly explaining something to a young man with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose riding beside him.
"Mr. Ou, we're not far from the border now. But rest assured, the nearest border post is still dozens of miles away. Those border patrols will never come out here."
"Good. If we really do get across the border this time, you and your people will naturally be free to leave. Otherwise, you know the consequences." This young man with a Western appearance was none other than Wang Yu, wearing a new face.
His voice was not loud, but the threat in his words sent a shudder through the dark-faced man. He repeatedly protested that he would never dare, his eyes filled with fear of Wang Yu.
Seeing this, Wang Yu smiled faintly and said no more.
This local man organized illegal border crossings. Someone who dared make a business of smuggling people across the border was hardly likely to be a kind soul.
A few days earlier, this group of border crossers had happened upon Wang Yu walking through the depths of the desert.
Seeing that Wang Yu was alone, the man had immediately ordered his companions to approach with guns, intending to rob him.
Instead, Wang Yu had used two Wind Blades to slice off two heads outright. Terrified, the man had dropped to his knees on the spot and begged for mercy, claiming