Chapter 39: Trading Traps

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The two sides in the village quickly made contact…

Boss Huang's men each had an AK74, but when Jindawei's men all got out of the car, the imposing aura of his few men was suppressed.

Anyone who faced the heavy machine guns on the pickup trucks at close range would have their hearts trembling.

The only one who seemed to be handling it well was Dorian, who stood behind and to the side of Boss Huang, the muzzle of his AK74 subtly pointing at the machine gunner on the pickup.

The legendary Jindawei client was said to be a burly black man with a mouth full of gold teeth, but instead, a short black man in a suit and glasses who looked quite refined arrived.

Compared to the grotesque and smelly terrorists, this short black man was like a breath of fresh air. Boss Huang even breathed a sigh of relief when the man covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief as he stepped out of the car and gestured with his hand for everyone to lower their weapons.