On the street, a disheveled man holding an oil lamp illuminated a shop: "Look, you see for yourself, is this my illusion?"
The young chap was also dumbfounded: "No, no, where did this stuff go? All of this equipment, isn't it important? Who would take these and for what?"
After speaking, he asked the disheveled man: "Old Wang, how many people were there, how many vehicles?"
The disheveled man replied: "Just two people, that woman, she just waved her hand, and the stuff disappeared, I swear I'd be damned if I'm lying."
The young man rubbed his arms: "Brother Wang, I'm a bit scared." After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the disheveled man's arm: "Let's hurry back." At that moment, Old Wang was like his real brother; he didn't dare let go at all.
The disheveled man also felt increasingly terrified: "Let's get out of here fast."
The two of them ran back to their base as if wolves were chasing them, in no time at all.
