Chen Zhao looked at the forest by the roadside. Turning his head, he glanced at Morgery, "Are you planning to bring me to the wilds, kill me, and then dispose of my body?"
"Do Chinese people all like to imagine things?"
"It's just that American films often contain such scenes."
"So you can only see them in films." Morgery rolled his eyes.
The pair passed many winding roads. It was already somewhat dark at the moment.
Suddenly, the car came to a stop.
"We've reached?" Chen Zhao asked.
"No. We have to walk from here."
"Don't tell me your place is in the woods."
"Yup. We can only hide in here now."
"Are you sure you have enough cash to pay me later?"
"People like us always have a few strongholds ready in advance. These strongholds have enough resources and cash to be used precisely in such situations."
They walked for over ten minutes. The forest was rather hot and stuffy, so Chen Zhao was already panting.
