The car door rattled in the quiet night. Right on the heels of that, two men got out of the car and leaned against the cargo box, smoking.
From Shi Man and Yi Zheng's angle, they could only see the appearance of one of them. That person's skin was dark, and it was obvious that he had worked in the wind and rain all year round. His hair was in a mess, and he was wearing a loose shirt that was slightly open with an oil-stained undershirt.
He looked sloppy.
The person took out a cigarette from his mouth and threw it to the ground. He used the tip of his foot to extinguish the sparks of the cigarette butt. Then he looked around carefully and bumped the shoulder of the person next door. "Is the buyer not here yet?"
"I don't think so?" The man beside him raised his arm to look at the watch on his wrist. He frowned and threw away the cigarette butt impatiently. "F*ck, it's a little late. Are you still waiting for me?"
