After settling those dozens of people, the men under Guo Xu started huffing and puffing as they hauled stack after stack of salt crates for Xiong Jie.
The heavy truck's cargo bay seemed like a bottomless pit, but even so, just with the salt, it was crammed to the brim, almost about to burst the whole thing open.
Then, as if from out of nowhere, they brought in another heavy truck and directly chained it behind the one they'd driven over.
Midnight, inside one of the four-person rooms on Guo Xu's territory.
The people who'd been settled were lying on their beds.
Dim moonlight slipped quietly through the cracks of the window, spilling softly into the room.
To still be able to see the moonlight—what more could one want?
But this place was much worse than Jiang Che's territory.
"If only we could go back, I'd never be the same as before!" someone said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, we even dragged our families into this, and we'd only just brought them over…"
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