Chen Mo parked the express truck at the entrance of the village in the city, and his cell phone rang. On the screen was fiancee Shen Rong's number, but a man's voice answered. Your man owes us three million. If you can't pay us within three days, we'll ask your wife to collect it. Chen Mo clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. He retired from service for three years and just wanted to deliver the express quietly and carry the secret into the coffin. But Jiang Kai wouldn't let him go. The traitor who killed his entire team was now driving a luxury car, hugging his woman, and wanted him dead. Chen Mo took out a military knife from the bottom of the express box. There were still blood stains from three years ago on the blade. Some accounts need to be settled.
