Tu Suxia looked again at his hand, feeling it was a bit damp.
He suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Is this really Afghan opium?"
"Of course it is. Let me see."
Wang Gui also looked puzzled, he leaned forward and took out a flint, striking it.
"Wait!"
Tu Suxia shouted, but it was too late.
The moment the flint got closer.
With a loud bang—
A flame burst out instantly.
A fire started—
Almost at the same time, cries were heard from over a dozen other ships.
Tu Suxia and Wang Gui's expressions changed.
By the light of the fire, they could see everything clearly.
In the narrow cabin, there was no opium at all, it was all kinds of dried grass soaked in burning oil.
The dry grass caught fire as soon as it met the flame, burning fiercely and on the verge of engulfing them.
"We were set up!"
Tu Suxia's face darkened, and without another word, he dashed for the cabin door.
But the doorway was already blocked.
