Yesterday morning, Qi Yun called Li Yaohua, asking him to arrange for someone to pick them up at the port today.
After all, South Africa is quite chaotic, and since he carries such a batch of priceless treasures, who knows if some shady figures might catch wind and jump out.
Although Chen Wei is strong, even a skilled fighter can be overwhelmed by numbers, so for safety, he still requested Li Yaohua to send reliable people over.
As for the intents of Kaisen and Pete, he's well aware. Their humble attitude is simply to prevent him from exposing the matters on the ship.
Qi Yun glanced at Kaisen and Pete's frozen expressions, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said calmly, "I appreciate your gesture. The fare is what it is; no need to waive it. After being out at sea for a few days, I'm a bit tired, so let's leave it at that for today."
With that, he stepped toward the nearby convoy, with Chen Wei closely following behind, while others carried bags to the cars.
