The man spoke as he turned on his flashlight, casting its beam into the wooden cabin.
Tang Yuran was dazzled by the sudden bright light and instinctively closed her eyes.
"There, she's still there." The man in black withdrew his flashlight after spotting Tang Yuran and glanced at the dirt kang bed in the middle of the cabin and the hanging pot beside it, smacking his lips in disgust, "Jeez, these conditions are dire. This dump has no water or electricity, not even a cell signal. What are we supposed to do squatting here?"
"Quit your whining, it's all for the money. If not for the cash, why the hell would we be here?" The other man in black efficiently took a lighter from his pocket and picked some sticks from the nearby stack of firewood to place under the hanging pot, then lit them.
The wood didn't catch fire easily at first, extinguishing several times before one corner finally started to blacken.