Spring came and autumn went, time flew by swiftly.
Half a year later.
The border.
In the sweltering summer, a vast village lay hidden among the lush woods.
A tense skirmish was about to unfold here.
Inside the vast village, everyone was armed, eyes vigilantly fixed on the bamboo house's situation.
Inside the bamboo house, at the bamboo long table, two parties were in a standoff.
"Mr. Peng, we came with sincerity, the money is here, so where's my goods?"
The first to speak was a man in a Zhongshan suit, about in his thirties, a sharp murderous intent flashing across his brows and eyes.
Sitting opposite him was the owner of this vast village, Mr. Peng.
Behind him stood two men and one woman, all of whom exuded vigilance towards Boss Jia.
A girl wearing a scant amount of clothing, with a long scar on her face, looked at Boss Jia across from her, a deep meaning passing through her eyes that only she understood.
