Meijie watched with his own eyes as they stripped piles of bodies completely clean, then threw them into the sea, keeping their clothes and anything else usable.
Meijie's mouth fell open. Were these still the indulgent Huaxia people he'd been watching these past few days? What? Even the clothes of the dead had to be neatly sorted? Is this what Huaxia people mean by "pluck every feather from the passing geese," not leaving even a single feather?
The bodyguard, who was originally a fool, thought the bed warmer woman was the leader this time. She said to him:
"Pino is your main island. Must have lots of good stuff hidden, right? Heard you're still contacting buyers, regularly fencing goods, aren't you? Just right, contact them and have them bring supplies along."
Insane!
These people must be insane!
There were only five of them, yet they dared to play double-cross?
