While Ling Feng and Ao Yun were talking, he keenly heard several car engines in the distance, and quite a few at that, heading towards the top of the mountain.
"Could the other villa owners be in the logistics business?" Ling Feng couldn't help but shake his head.
At the foot of Panlong Mountain, a man with a scar on his face stood next to a car, smoking a cigarette in a convoy of about thirteen or fourteen vehicles.
"Boss, all our guys are here!" a scrawny young man hopped out of another car and said, "We're just waiting for your order to move out!"
The scarred man stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to a Mercedes parked on the other side, knocking on the car window.
The window rolled down to reveal a familiar face inside.
"My brothers are all here, hand over the documents to me now!" Scarface said coldly, "After the job's done, don't forget our five million reward!"
