"Guard it well."
Yang Yong spoke very softly, but Mang Dabiao heard the weight beneath his tone.
The rigid python slowly relaxed and coiled into a ring.
He encircled the flowerpot, resting his head on his body, his slit pupils fixed intently on everything around him.
As Yang Yong turned, his gaze briefly met Cao Xianming's.
It lasted only an instant.
Cao Xianming's eyes were full of bitterness.
He was clearly struggling with the same problem...
He could not detect the Man in the Suit's origins. Not a single thing.
To his senses, the Man in the Suit was like a human-shaped black hole. Every probe he sent vanished without a trace, without so much as an echo.
Yang Yong withdrew his gaze without betraying anything and climbed into the cab.
He buried his thoughts in the deepest recesses of his mind.
Like a stone sinking into a deep pool, without even a ripple showing on the surface.
The convoy set off again.
Inside the Off-Road Vehicle, Cao Xianming bustled about like a lackey.
One moment he offered cigarettes, the next snacks, his manner so obsequious it was painful to watch.
His face was so plastered with smiles that the creases at the corners of his eyes were practically bunching into flowers.
"Hey, handsome, want a smoke?"
The Man in the Suit waved a hand.
"Hey, handsome, want some snacks?"
The Man in the Suit waved a hand again.
He leaned back in his seat, his head tilted thoughtfully.
His gaze passed through the window and settled on the vast grassland outside. There was no telling what he was thinking.
Cao Xianming sheepishly put the things away, sitting on only half his seat, ready to be of service again at any moment.
Just as he thought the Man in the