The truck stopped at a riverbank, below which a long river surged, and across it lay endless mountains.
Gao Xuan glanced around, noting that they were at least several dozens of kilometers away from Golden City. Besides the Red Knife Gang members, not a single other living being was in sight.
This place could be described as extremely isolated, very suitable for doing bad deeds.
It was already dusk, with the sun hanging halfway over the western mountain, and the sky painted a crimson red.
Standing atop the truck bed, Gao Xuan surveyed the surroundings and remarked, "The sky is vast and the earth is wide, but it's deserted. This really is a good place for doing bad things."
Scar and the others glared at Gao Xuan venomously, clearly displeased.
They made a deliberate arrangement to wait here for Gao Xuan, yet he dared to stand there chattering away incessantly, not regarding them at all.
