Ye Jian didn't pay much attention to the gloominess in his expression. She knew that he was afraid of the driver. Captain Deng had told her that with the way the Burmese acted, they usually wouldn't take the initiative to provoke people who were stronger than them.
What made her heart sink was… his malicious smile.
Right on the heels of that, the young man pointed at the wooden house and stared at Ye Jian. His malicious smile got bigger.
What… was in the wooden house?
Ye Jian 'hurriedly' retracted her gaze. She hugged the cloth bag that had been searched countless times. She trembled as she walked to the dilapidated wooden house.
Clang!
Suddenly, something flew over from the left. It hit the wooden door first before bouncing back and hitting Ye Jian's feet. When she looked down, a skull was facing Ye Jian. That was enough to give most people nightmares.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
