A while after Teng Qingshan had left the county, two shabby Santana cars drove to a stop near the courtyard.
There were a total of three people in the first car, and a sturdy man dressed in black was sitting in the back seat with a heat detector in one hand. After carefully observing for a while, he whispered, “Hey, guys, there shouldn’t be anyone in the yard. Let’s go!”
Immediately, six people hopped out of the two cars. Five Asian men, and a Caucasian man.
“I really hope that fellow isn’t here…” muttered the sturdy leader dressed in black.