Once they were ready, the three of them waited for the distant car to approach.
The car was distant, but it only took about a minute to drive over, and it quickly arrived at the cabin.
The car stopped, its headlights still on, and three men got out.
Fang Zhen sized them up. They were all Mexicans, radiating a murderous aura. They looked to be in their late thirties or forties, with the typical features of indigenous people from Mexico.
Ke Liangjie, who had been trying to look cool, shed his pretense and walked forward. He put on a friendly act and went to greet them with a fist bump.
However, the three Mexicans barely even glanced at him. They showed no reaction at all, just stared coldly at Ke Liangjie's one-sided enthusiasm.
Ke Liangjie felt foolish and awkward. He pulled back his outstretched hand and rubbed his nose to hide his social discomfort.
"Bro, you bring the goods?" Ke Liangjie asked.
Hearing this, the three Mexicans finally reacted, as if he had spoken a keyword.
