Rong Shaoze thought for a moment and reluctantly agreed to his demands.
Thus, Adam and some of his men drove away ten trucks, leaving four people behind to guard Lin Xinlan.
The four men Adam left were his most loyal subordinates.
For him, they were willing to die. Rong Shaoze might choose to kill them, but they were not afraid at all; as long as the goods were safely transported, that's all that mattered.
Perhaps Rong Shaoze would spare them, for after all, killing four men wouldn't quench his anger, nor would it mean anything.
Anyway, he wouldn't care about the life or death of these four. If Rong Shaoze let them go, it would be their luck; if not, it would just be their bad luck.
The wind blew harder and harder, and there was no shelter or building around.
Lin Xinlan was still wearing thin clothes. She stood in the wind for a while and soon began to shiver from the cold, her legs going weak.
It wasn't just the cold that got to her, but also the fear.
