"They've spotted us!"
"No kidding, with so many of us here! Boss, what do we do?"
"Quick, everyone smile, show friendliness, imitate me, keep your hands up like this, and whatever you do, don't make them think we're reaching for weapons. I'm telling you, this is no joke!"
With his single eye and a face full of weathered lines, Meng Changwei looked somewhat menacing, but his words were always amusing.
His companions obediently followed his lead, as there was no room for jokes here. Facing hundreds of people, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that a slap from each could kill them.
The Flying Wolf Gang members were also cooperative, not daring to make any rash moves. They acted as if they were part of Bridge Town, moving in perfect unison.
Yet, as Meng Changwei led his group forward, hands raised, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight. It was a woman, jumping down from the first truck, a battered old van.
"Damn it!"
Meng Changwei felt a chill in his heart.
