Beside the desert highway, towering cacti swayed weakly in the wind, resembling scarecrows watching as the convoy approached from afar.
Snake Eye leaned against the vent, trying to see where they were now.
"Desert, we should be heading west."
Pence said, "Then it looks like this batch of goods is to be handed over to the Western Alliance. Just not sure what it is. Maybe some important strategic goods, probably originally stolen from the Polar Alliance or Dragon Country."
"It's possible. There's word that the Secret Realm battlefield is about to open, tensions are high."
"So those who attacked us that night, were they from the Polar Alliance or Dragon Country?"
Li Rui listened to their serious discussion, though he knew it was unreliable, he still pondered who those masked attackers were that night.
Logically, this batch of 'goods' isn't some vital strategic resource. Though it's a high-yield illegal trade, it's not worth risking lives to steal.
