C30 (2/2)

When Sister An climbed out of the broken carriage, she discovered that the two people sitting in the middle seat and the driver had fainted. One of her lackeys was already dead, while the other one was covered in blood, his breathing was weak.

Sister An was not afraid of death after seeing so many, she was more worried about the goods on the back seat.

Sister An took his blade and cut open the leather seat, only to find that the goods had already been broken under the pressure, there were more than ten pieces of ancient jade inside. She had bought it from a grave robber and intended to sell it to a foreigner. No one had thought that they would not be stopped by the police. Instead, they were on the way.

The Sister An kicked the car furiously a few times. The car did not feel any pain, but it woke up the person who was still alive.

Everyone realized that they had lost all their goods, and two of their companions had also died, making them very depressed.

Sister An was the most distressed one. Those goods were worth more than two million and she kicked the rocks by the side of the road in anger, not caring about being drenched by the rain.

She kicked at the roadside stone again. She felt that the stone she kicked at was very heavy, causing her high heels to hurt a little. Only then did she look down at the object on the ground that she kicked away. It was the size of an egg and glittered with a golden radiance. It was obviously a piece of gold.

Sister An picked up the gold pieces on the ground and wiped off the dirt on them. This was indeed a piece of gold. But where did it come from?

Sister An did not tell the others what she had discovered either, as they looked around for clues. The underlings thought that Sister An had been provoked and came up to stop her, wanting to pull her away to avoid the rain. In the end, they were scolded by Sister An.

Sister An searched for a long time. Because the rain was thick and she could not see her surroundings clearly, she did not discover anything.

Sister An felt that this time, it could be a blessing in disguise. She was sure that something was buried on the other side of the mountain, and the gold in her hands was washed down by the water.

Maybe it was someone's treasure cave on the mountain, or maybe it was an ancient tomb.

It was almost dark. Sister An decided to wait until the torrential rain stopped before coming back for a look. It was indeed time to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Sister An looked at his little brother, who was left with half his strength, and sighed. He got his men to put his body in the driver's seat and ordered them to push the car down the cliff.

After finishing everything, he asked a few of his subordinates and found out that there was a village in the Lin Family Ridge Center. He decided to go there and rest first.

I was a little surprised to hear the story of the Sister An. She had visited the Lin Family Ridge half a year ago and had even entered the village.

I had already settled down in the village half a year ago. With such a beauty in that run-down village, the village should be full of gossip.

However, this isn't what surprised me the most, but the later part of Sister An's story.

Sister An continued her story. That day, they arrived at a place that looked like a primary school in the dark. There was only a small bungalow and a thatched hut. In front of the house was a small playground.

If not for the rows of desks in the hut's windows, Sister An would not have been able to tell that this was a school.

When Sister An saw that the hut was dark, she felt that there was no one inside and there were no other families around, so she decided to spend the night here.

Hearing Sister An's words, the corner of my mouth twitched.

The Sister An did not see what was wrong with me and continued. That day, when we walked into the bungalow, we discovered that it was a simple and crude primary school with two classrooms.

On the surface, as I listened to Sister An's story, my mind recalled the events of that day.

I looked at Sister An's beautiful face, letting me understand one sentence: Some people are born to be your enemy.