Xiao Xian and Yezi hid inside the space, it was pretty secure, but there was one problem: they could only hear the noises outside, without seeing what was actually happening. Nearly a year of being exposed to Zhu Shijun's simple conversational English had allowed Xiao Xian to understand a few English words.
"Bird... United States...," Xiao Xian half-understood what was heard; not soon after, the English-speaking voice disappeared, maybe they had gone inside.
Qian Duoduo parked his car at an abandoned warehouse located behind Bai Family Ancient Town. "Skinny Fox's" gang's base was right there. Last night they captured frogs and cooked a big pot of spicy frog stew. While they were eating, a big client came knocking.
They added lots of chili peppers to the dry pot, and seven or eight guys were eating shirtless. The big client's guests furrowed their brows at the sight and whispered to the interpreter beside them.
