In the afternoon, Yan Luoxi and Xue Changkong set out for Phnom Penh together, bringing with them twenty armed men. One of the vehicles was packed with goods, and their vehicle was right in front of the truck. The convoy of eight vehicles grandly exited the lair.
Yan Luoxi sat next to Xue Changkong, while Zhou Bei was in the front passenger seat, listlessly watching the scenery outside the car window, entirely unaware of the significant impact his words earlier that morning had caused in Yan Luoxi's heart.
Xue Changkong sat as steady as a rock on the right side of the back seat, holding a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, his gaze wandering between Yan Luoxi and Zhou Bei. Although these two were old acquaintances, they seemed to be enemies, ignoring each other completely.
In fact, this was exactly the effect he wanted. Previously, Bai Xiao and Yan Luoxi were too close, and considering his distrust of Bai Xiao, he did not include him in this mission.
