As Ah Dong led a group of people out from that factory, they saw that the tour bus was still waiting on the spot.
Wang Laosan frowned. "Old Xie, according to that report, it should be a minibus. If we can get our hands on that minibus, they'll give us a higher reward."
Wang Laosan was a thin and short man. He looked like an ordinary man, but he was in no way ordinary. The ax he carried on his back was almost as big as his body. Every step he took shook the ground, scaring the lackeys following him. They had witnessed him once bashing a mutant beast's head with his ax.
"Wang Laosan, you don't have to worry about this. The tour bus is even larger than that minibus," replied Xie Feng.
Wang Laosan looked at another man and asked, "Brother Biexue, what do you think?"
