The chief did not continue to speculate on the Qin Shi case.

Now is not the time to solve these doubts, but Jiang Musheng - the problem is bigger than he thought.

"Researcher Zhuang." Caron kept checking the time and reminded, "The time given by Smith is almost up."

Only half an hour.

Half of it has passed.

He was a little worried that the chief would change his mind. You know, they did not hesitate to expose the identity of the traitor, and many brothers are still there.

Fortunately, the chief did not change his mind. He put away the camera and walked to the side of the off-road vehicle and got in.

Jiang Shang and Meng Wo also got in the car behind.

Ten minutes later -

their car appeared in the field of vision of the tribe's watchtower.

Several groups of people nearby had already heard the sound of the accelerator, and they all looked over -

"It's Jiang Shang..."

"There are only a few of them, and the one sitting next to them is Zhuang Mingshou..."

Many people watched from a distance, but none of them came forward.

Two masked men stared at Zhuang Mingshou, a high-ranking player on the bounty list! However - they were just watching, and no one would be so desperate as to take action.

"He really came alone..."

"Does the butcher have such great confidence that he can deal with Smith and Ji Fu?"

"Deal with them! Impossible, it's just that the people in the martial arts school are foolishly sentimental."

"Just Jiang Shang and Zhuang Mingshou... should we... huh? What are you doing?" Some people looked at the off-road vehicle and talked eagerly, but found that their companions suddenly distanced themselves from them.

"Don't have any stupid ideas." The companion said, "We are just here to watch the fun. Do you think that the butcher can make a name for himself in the Middle East, and Jiang Shang can be established in the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce for decades? How can they be soft persimmons? You think you can deal with them, but if you make a move, you may just fall into their trap and become a turtle in their trap."

"Just watch the show..."

"Smith accepted Baron's favor and is determined to deal with Zhuang Mingshou. We will wait and see for the time being. In the end, they will both lose and we may even be able to get the advantage."

Most of these people have the same idea.

Let Chris and the Chamber of Commerce fight first -

the door of the tribe has been opened for a long time, waiting for Zhuang Mingshou to come in.

However...

When the off-road vehicle was about 500 meters away from the tribe, Smith looked at the hourglass next to him and suddenly said slowly, "Half an hour has passed--"

Qin Hongfei's heart skipped a beat, and seeing that the hourglass had indeed reset, he couldn't help but look at Jiang Musheng... a little worried, worried that he couldn't bear it.

Smith's people came over, grabbed his hand directly, and rolled up his sleeves. At the moment of rolling up, Qin Hongfei clearly saw the crisscrossing scars on his hand. Those scars seemed to be old wounds. Judging from the wounds, they were at least many years old-

the tip of the knife cut along those old wounds, and soon blood beads came out. With one cut--the blood dripped down his arm.

Just looking at it, Qin Hongfei felt that his arm was hurting.

Not to mention the person involved, Jiang Musheng clenched his fists, veins on his forehead bulged, his eyes bulged but he still didn't say a word.

The old man was a little anxious, but he could do nothing -

Jiang Musheng survived the pain, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

It seemed that he was talking to his brother, but also to others.