America, Saint Rodu, ten o'clock at night.
A heavy cargo truck stopped by the roadside; inside its cargo area, several people were chatting with Elder Li.
"Chan, thanks for your help. I don't know how to thank you, so I'll take care of a problem for you."
Daniel Washington said with a smile.
Take care of a problem?
Surprised not only was Cheng Daqi, but also the squirming sack.
Elder Li felt bitterness in his heart.
If there were bounds to the sea of suffering, Li Haiping felt as though he might have already swum several laps.
"You mean, this person is a problem?" Cheng Daqi kicked the sack and asked Daniel.
Daniel Washington nodded, and the middle-aged black man squatted down and removed the sack from Elder Li's body.
"Chan, I don't care about your dealings with him—after all, it's normal for a man to have a career.
Considering my age, I've seen more people, so I can discern lies and human nature,
