Ma Xin and Zhang Laicai were just about to sabotage the Ginseng in Li Xiaobao's field when they saw a thick fog rolling towards them from the village.
"Yeah, it's not even fog season yet!" Zhang Laicai was also visibly depressed.
"What's there to be afraid of? Isn't it better that it's foggy? It'd be best if it completely covered us, then no one would know we did this tonight!" Liu San said viciously at their side.
"Hey! That's right, Manager Liu is smart!"
Zhang Laicai and Ma Xin realized that this was indeed the case. If they were shrouded in fog, they could vandalize with even less restraint.
Sure enough, as soon as Liu San finished speaking, they saw that thick fog enveloping them.
"Heh heh, Heaven is helping me, Zhang Laicai! Move out!"
Zhang Laicai smirked sinisterly and waved to the several villagers behind him.