A vast wilderness was not far from where the cars had stopped.
Right then, the sky was dark with generous splashes of black ink and not a star in sight as it turned to night.
Two teams of men had agreed to meet in this wilderness to make a deal.
The van parked at the roadside was filled with military weapons, altogether priced at two hundred million yuan of hard cash.
Amid the crowd of crisp suits was Gu Jinglian, with heavily armed bodyguards around him. He was wearing a white shirt with a draped long trench coat and black slim pants. It was dark in color, which made him almost blend into the night.
His straight, raven-black hair was sleek and hugged his scalp. There were a few fine, loose strands of fringe, which he had not gotten to trimming for some time, covering his pair of deep-set eyes.
