Outside of the Yangjiapin Textile Plant...
A car was parked two hundred meters away from the gate on a small road.
The car was not his Maybach S600, but it was, instead, a secondhand Sonata that he spent one hundred thousand acquiring. He didn’t want his ride to be ruined during the fire fight.
Jiang Chen got out of the car and scanned the surroundings before walking to the long-deserted textile plant.
That was the destination they agreed on, 12 kilometers from Hucheng.
Other than the weeds growing around the plant, it was barren farmland in the area with no one in sight.
But just outside of the desolated plant, Jiang Chen saw four out-of-placed vans.
There were two men with baseball caps standing by the door. Their jackets were stuffed with something hidden underneath, and their hands were in their pockets, as if they were holding onto something.
The corners of Jiang Chen’s lip raised with interested as he walked up without fear.