Chapter 1793

Suddenly, two honks came from outside. Clinton pointed toward the gate. "The money's here. Open the door." "Okay!" Presley jumped to his feet in excitement. He opened the villa gate and quickly rushed to the entrance. As soon as he opened the main door, he saw a cargo van reversing into the yard. It wasn't a common type—its back was a full box compartment, and the rear door was locked. The van stopped, and two men got out, then unlocked the rear. Inside were rows of neatly stacked travel suitcases. All of them were black. It looked like a delivery van for a suitcase warehouse. Presley was stunned. He had a feeling the suitcases were packed with cash, but even so, it seemed a bit over the top. At the entrance alone, six cases were lined up in one row, stacked three rows high. That made 18 suitcases just at the doorway. If the rest of the truck was packed full, who knew how many there were? The two men started unloading the cases. They looked like they were struggling under th