At five o'clock in the afternoon, at the crossroads where Fang Heng had agreed to trade the first-generation meteorite.
Ai Lei and the other two members of the Dark Knights were fully armed. They each wore a full protective suit to insulate themselves from radiation and also brought a tool box.
Seeing that the sun was about to set, the three of them waited anxiously.
"Why isn't it here yet? Is there any change? "
"Don't worry, let's wait a little longer. It's not time yet. "
As they spoke, a small white van gradually drove over from the end of the path ahead.
Ai Lei's heart relaxed, and he pretended to be relaxed as he said, "Look, he's here. "
The van stopped at the roadside.
Fang Heng walked out of the white van.
Yang Xia was surprised at Fang Heng's youth.
"Fang Heng, you're late. "
"You guys came too early. "
Fang Heng stretched his back muscles.
