Cheng Ye was driving an off-road vehicle at the forefront, while in the rearview mirror, three transport trucks and two armored pickups closely followed, their headlights stretching a long beam in the night.
This feeling of holding a convoy in one's hand was strange yet intriguing, reminding him of the time a month ago when he couldn't afford even a Wild Bull Fighting Handgun, almost as if it were a lifetime ago.
The convoy smoothly entered the urban area and finally turned into the closed alley behind Celestial Essence Mall.
Long had already led people to clean up the entire alley, with the ground thoroughly mopped.
At the entrance, they even set up a simple iron rack, with two militia guards stationed at the door and two more assigned within the alley for round-the-clock watch.
