The place they were going to was a factory. The car was parked a few kilometers away from the factory. Xia Jinyuan, who had a gun stuffed in his hand, stood in the dark and listened to a man quietly.
"Cobra wants us to bring her back tonight. Listen carefully, bring them back tonight. If we don't bring them back tonight, one of you will be unlucky. Do you hear me?"
The person who spoke was a black man. When he said that someone would be unlucky, he glanced at Xia Jinyuan whether intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that the other party was still very cold to everything as usual, the black man couldn't help but glare at him.
It was this Asian man who suddenly appeared and almost snatched his position beside Cobra!
If they didn't bring the people back tonight, he would definitely make this Asian man suffer.
The black man glared at Xia Jinyuan before leading his men to the factory.