The license plates had been switched on the Xiali sedan, and the goods were already stashed in the gap beneath the car seat.
Qi Li leaned against the passenger seat, closed his eyes to rest, and smoked a cigarette.
The Scarred Underling was driving and glanced sideways with some hesitation, saying, "Brother Li, we don't really know Tan Ming's background. Is it wise to hand over Snake Hunt to him?"
The Scarred Underling had two concerns, the most critical being that Li Yan might be a cop or have a personal connection with Snake Hunt. Either way, it might lead to Snake Hunt being saved, which would ruin their plans.
"What else can we do but give it to him in this situation?"
