A few kilometers into the mountain, the Toyota off-road vehicle turned out its lights, slowed down, and slid slowly toward a small farm yard ahead. It was an ordinary farm yard, with a few brick and tile houses and a stone fence. The gates were broken and old, with two door-gods posted on them. No one knew when they were posted up. The two door-gods were Qin Shubao and Yuchi Jingde, but they had become pale, and the figures had been blurred, only the name able to be identified. Rat made a phone call in the car, saying, "Mr. Wang, we're back." From the phone came a man's voice, asking, "Are you done yet?" "Yes. There's no one that the three of us can't handle," said Rat with some satisfaction. "But we did not just take the body. The two foreigners had somehow never done anything. The three of us killed him, so you'll have to pay us more." "You killed him? Are you kidding me?" The man's voice on the phone sounded al
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