The money was wrapped in plastic film, one hundred thousand in a small pack, one million in a big pack. Although it was all old bills, it was still neatly pressed, making it easy and fast to transport.
Gao Yi could see clearly, but unfortunately, he could only look, not touch.
Now he understood why Sean didn't want a dime, because getting this money really meant risking one's life.
"Prepare to retreat! Prepare to retreat!"
When the leader of the Sand Scorpion shouted to retreat, the gunfire had already thinned out to the point where one could risk dashing out, but bullets still sporadically fell around.
The Sand Scorpions spread out, forming a dumbbell shape, most of them holding guns to address threats from both ends of the street, with four people in the middle raising guns towards both sides of the street.
"Bring the bodies!"
