But this time, Cai Heizi didn't let him leave, telling him to stay here.
Now he was almost certain that Cai Heizi was getting desperate; he didn't care about his own safety at all, just wanted to hook a few more fish out of stubbornness.
Cai Heizi didn't talk about deeper matters, but Wen Yan could sense that something really big was going on.
At that moment, on the road outside, a box truck silently drove onto the side road, and after making seven left turns in a row, it sped straight down from the end of the road.
The big truck barreled down the slope, rolled over on the ground, and even the back door of the container twisted apart and snapped off.
From where Wen Yan was standing, he could see inside—it was completely empty, nothing inside at all.
But his eyelids started twitching slightly, and the Yang energy in his body began to circulate faster on its own, like a natural reaction to danger.
Yet he didn't see anything, nor did he sense anything.
