"Boss, he's here."
"He's here? The people on the road didn't report that they saw a car."
"I think he came from the sea. He swam to land by himself."
"Sea? Do you see a boat?"
"No."
"Did he bring the money?"
"He has a case."
"Okay, let's go down."
…
Chen Zhao saw a group finally appear, coming down from the highway.
There was a 30-meter-long hill and cliff from the highway to the beach. It was very hard to walk through.
There were about a dozen people. The leader was a man in his forties.
"You want the weapons?"
"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.
"Where's the money?"
Chen Zhao opened the case and showed it to the group.
The leader's underling went forward to take Chen Zhao's case.
But Chen Zhao pushed it aside. "Where's my stuff?"
"We need to confirm if you brought enough money."
Chen Zhao considered it and tossed the case to them.
