Three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Captain! There's movement!"
Wang Zhao Ping, who was napping, opened his eyes at the news and immediately moved to the car window, taking out his binoculars to look toward the courtyard in front of them.
Indeed, an old-looking van slowly pulled up at the entrance of the courtyard.
A man wearing a baseball cap got out of the vehicle and knocked on the iron gate of the courtyard.
Soon, the small door opened, and a cautious man peered around before he finally spoke a few words to the man in the baseball cap.
The gate was then opened to let the van in.
"They finally arrived. The transaction is tonight, and they only meet up now; they're really cautious."
"Could it be that the van is loaded with our target loot?" Qin Xiaoru said excitedly.
"Very likely!"
"So, are we going to let them board the ship before we catch them?"
