Countdown 12:00:00.
Qing Chen glanced at his arm out of the corner of his eye, only 12 hours left until the crossing.
He didn't plan to confront these more than two hundred armed thugs head-on, especially since they had heavy machine guns, which looked incredibly menacing.
How could he have ever seen such a scene back in high school?!
At this moment, Qing Chen stood by the wooden table with a scarf over his face, pressing the white powder into powdered bricks with practiced skill.
While others took half an hour to make square bricks, he could finish the task in just ten minutes. The bandits saw his enthusiasm for work and even allowed him to eat with them, considering him a potential key figure for cultivation...
In the distance, a bandit shouted, "Open the village gate quickly; the bosses are here!"
The wooden-fenced village was in a hubbub as the bandits opened the gate, letting in seven off-road vehicles, all with wheels smeared with rain-soaked mud.
