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Hum～
The Mercedes burst out of the underground garage, screeching to a halt.
"This bunch of money really fucking stinks; I can only drive with the windows down!" Wu Jie cursed with a laugh.
"That's why people invented the term 'dirty money'!" Wang Taixiong chuckled, "Drive safe, brother. I'll see you tomorrow."
Wu Jie nodded slightly and drove to the gate, following a van that had just unloaded money, and left the yard.
Turning his gaze away, Wang Taixiong looked around.
"Even though this place is as secure as a fortress, we must be vigilant. No one is to sleep tonight; stay alert all night!"
Huang Siwei laughed heartily, "Relax, Brother Wang. With over a hundred brothers on guard, are you really worried that tens of tons of cash will just fly away? Unless a deity decides to steal it!"
Wang Taixiong laughed, "You're right. It's cash, not antique jewelry. Thieves can't just take it easily; stealing a hundred kilograms would be quite a challenge!"
