Cold... so cold...
Tang Yuran felt herself drifting in and out of sleep, but the cold soon woke her up again.
Those two men were still sitting by the fire, continuing to play cards, oblivious to the time...
Tang Yuran lifted her head and looked out of the cabin window. Outside, the sky was overcast, and not a single star could be seen in the pitch-black night.
Gusts of cold wind swept by, rustling the leaves outside with a susurrating sound.
In the midst of this silence, the satellite phone on Triangle Face suddenly rang.
He hurriedly tossed aside his playing cards, picked up the satellite phone, and answered.
"Hello, boss, yes... yes..." Triangle Face responded with deference as he spoke, "Right now? Okay, I got it, we'll take care of it!!"
After saying these few words, he hung up the phone.
Meaty Face looked up, glanced at Triangle Face, and casually asked, "What's up??"
