In the early morning, a white van sped along the suburban road.
Inside sat three men, along with two large bags—something seemed to be inside the bags, moving.
The three men were conversing.
"Brother, what do we do with one missing? We've circled this road three times... How about we go to the train station and grab someone to make up the numbers? There's plenty of beggars and homeless people there..."
"Are you crazy? Going to such crowded places, what if we leave evidence behind? Boss Cheng will say we're incompetent. Who will pay your wages then?"
"Sigh... What do you think Boss Cheng wants with these homeless people? We've collected plenty of corpses, but picking up these beggars is a first for us!"
"Who cares what it's for? No one cares if a few of these guys go missing, and no one knows, the police won't bother... We take the money, go have fun with the ladies at the Rich Man, it's much better than picking up corpses outside bars!"
"Hehe..."
