D City, cargo terminal.
It had been more than half an hour since the cargo ship left, but Helian Xun was still standing there. Dressed in a black coat, his expression was cold and solemn, and his entire person was as solemn as a statue.
Chen Juanqi greeted the few of them, took the cigarette from his mouth, and exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke from his thin lips. He slowly walked toward Helian Xun.
"Little brother, why haven't you left yet?" Chen Juanqi narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.
Helian Xun slowly let out a breath, turned slightly to the side, and looked at Chen Juanqi as he said," Brother Chen, I stayed behind because I wanted to say something to you."
"Oh?" Chen Juanqi's hand, which was holding a cigarette, moved to his thin lips. His slightly narrowed eyes looked at Helian Xun, seemingly enjoying it, but also seemingly observing him.