Space was scarce in the tunnel, but it was just enough to let an adult through. Two armed Arabians led them through it. Their leader and another comrade were trailing at the back meaning Xia Lei and his team were sandwiched in between. The man was not at all affected by the black sack over his head. Sadly, that wasn’t the case for the others. The offset caused them to stumble and slow down. 

Xia Lei would try to turn around once in a while to watch the two Arabians in the back, secretly observing them. He wasn’t worried that they would attack them here because he had promised to pay them the remaining half after they had left Jerusalem safely. Twenty million USD was a gargantuan sum for an independent armed force like them. They needed that money to operate. 

“Climb up. You’re going to reach Gaza soon.” The leader spoke. 

Xia Lei could obviously see the metal box on the metal rail. Yet, he pretended to be confused. “Huh? Where do I climb...