Xie Botao tossed a betel nut into his mouth, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled: "What do you think?"
"Zhao Chen isn't an idiot. If he's not in a hurry to die, there's no way he'd expose your line." Han Tuozi shook his head, clearly not believing Zhao Chen would betray Xie Botao.
Xie Botao sneered: "Old buddy, Zhao Chen's no fool, but the cops are even smarter. You were just telling me to be careful—now it seems the one who needs the caution is you, isn't it?"
Han Tuozi grumbled: "Cut the crap and unload the goods. You need to get going."
Xie Botao wasn't in the mood to bicker with Han Tuozi. Though they appeared to be on familiar terms, their relationship was far from cordial. Ultimately, it was just about the money.
And relationships based on profit are like sandcastles; a wave comes, and they're gone.
Xie Botao waved his hand, and three people immediately climbed down from the container. He looked at Han Tuozi: "Check the goods."
