The back of the knife hit the wooden box, and Lu Chen's feet stopped.
The black van in front was lying in the middle of the road, with the door ajar. Three men stood in a row, wearing black vests and short hair, all holding steel pipes in their hands.
The man at the front raised his chin.
"Stop."
Lu Shen did not move.
He was carrying a wooden box on his back and a takeout bag in his right hand. In the bag are medicines bought for my mother. The medicine money was earned from his black boxing fight last night.
"Don't you understand?"
The man next to him slammed the steel pipe onto the ground.
"Check the car in the north of the city. Leave the goods behind."
Lu Chen looked at them.
"You are not checking the car."
The man laughed.
"Still stubborn. Your goods are valuable. People are also valuable."
Lu Chen lifted the wooden box onto his shoulder.
"Who asked you to come?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
The man in front took two steps closer, raised his hand and patted the wooden box.
"Unboxing."
