Dexter and I sat behind as we watched Quinton drive into one of the remote villages. He'd better not play any tricks.
A man from the sixth car was sitting in the passenger seat. They were all familiar faces in the village.
"Mr. Lambert is here.' The ruffian guarding the village greeted them with a smile.
Quinton nodded and handed him a pack of cigarettes and an envelope full of cash. This was probably the custom here.
The ruffian weighed the envelope before nodding with a smile. He then raised his arms and let them pass. "Without this step, you'd be stopped without even entering the village,' Quinton said gruffly.
Eason warned, "You'd better not be playing any tricks. Our men went back earlier, so if you dare to do anything funny, the Lamberts will immediately be seized in Huma. Your crimes will also be exposed to the public. If you cooperate with us, we'll help you to apply for significant credits for your case."
