Like an experienced hunter, he skillfully untied the ropes of the tarp. Soon, the tarp was pulled back, revealing transparent plastic bags filled with pale yellow powder inside.
Liang Song squatted down, leaning closer to the pale yellow powder to determine what it was based on his experience. His brows were tightly knit, and his eyes carefully observed the texture and color of the powder. The powder was fine and uniform, glinting with an unusual sheen in the dim light, which filled his heart with doubt and vigilance. He reached out, wanting to gently touch the plastic bag, but stopped just an instant before contact. He knew well that before determining the nature of this powder, any reckless move could have fatal consequences.
Just as he was intently studying the pale yellow powder, trying to figure out what it was, suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps broke the silence of the cargo hold. The footsteps were very light, like a cat prowling in the dark, but in the spacious and quiet hold, they struck Liang Song's heart like heavy hammer blows. His nerves tightened instantly, a jolt of alarm piercing his chest as he realized something was amiss—the newcomers meant trouble.
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