"You saw it clearly?"
"There are really so many people in the community?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Youcai's eyes suddenly sharpened, the tone of his inquiry growing more intense.
The tall and thin man felt the knife on his neck loosen slightly, and he immediately nodded his head like a pecking chicken, fearing a slow response might displease the two men in front of him.
"I saw it very clearly!"
"At least forty or fifty people came out to move things!"
Without waiting for him to catch his breath, Zheng Youcai pressed again, "Men or women?"
The tall and thin man's gaze suddenly became hesitant.
Men or women?
How would he know?
For fear of being discovered, he hadn't had a chance to look closely; he had turned around and walked back as soon as he saw the convoy coming.
Seeing Zheng Youcai's gaze growing somewhat somber, the tall and thin man immediately blurted out:
"Men!"
"Mostly men!"
"There seemed to be women, too, but not many!"
