A man disembarked from the off-road vehicle, his mouth adorned with Big Gold Teeth, and a couple of hefty gold chains hanging around his neck.
Big Gold Teeth stretched with a yawn, patted the roof of the car, and said:
"Qin Shou, tell them to drive the truck to the intersection. The road is a bit narrow; it'll probably be a tight squeeze to get in."
The refined man in the white shirt, buttoned up to the top, got out of the passenger seat and said to Big Gold Teeth, "Okay, Bro Jin."
Then he walked towards the several vehicles behind them.
He stood firm, hands on hips.
"Bro Jin says get out of the car, your vehicles won't fit through this road. Come down, hurry up," the refined man said, his tone somewhat impatient.
On the vehicles, a composed man and a young man both alighted, followed by about a dozen other men getting off the minibus, each holding some weapons.