"We'll reach the location in another fifteen minutes," Li Fei said. "The ginseng you want is right there, plenty of cash waiting for you."
After hearing these words, the two exchanged glances again, and then Ding Jianbang checked his watch and said, "Alright, I'll trust you one more time. Fifteen minutes. If we haven't seen what you've promised in fifteen minutes, then you'd better be prepared to be buried in Jiulong Mountain for good. To be buried in your own hometown, under this patch of hill, can be considered your good fortune. I've spoken my piece, I hope you won't disappoint me."
Even though Ding Jianbang's tone was ostensibly sincere, it was laden with threats.
Li Fei didn't seem bothered and just continued to walk forward, the two following him. Every so often, Ding Jianbang would check his watch. He wasn't joking with his earlier threat; if they couldn't get the ginseng honestly, they might as well just steal it and save that hundred thousand yuan.
