Chapter 70

In a warehouse in the suburbs, men rushed around moving as many boxes as they could into vans.

They worked quickly and in less than ten minutes, they had loaded all five vans with one hundred boxes each.

Then they got into the vans, getting ready to drive away. They had just driven to the gates when heavy trucks suddenly blocked their way out and thugs with bulging muscles walked out of it holding iron pipes.

When the men in the vans saw them, they shuddered in fear and reversed out of the warehouse through the back gate.

However, the first van had just driven out of the back gate when a truck roughly stopped in front of him, blocking his path.

Three other trucks lined up behind it. Now the vans were confined inside, with nowhere to go.

The man in the first van shakily took out his phone and made a call.

“He-hello, sir. They’re here again. Those people are…arghh!” The phone fell out of his hand when the door to the van was suddenly yanked open and a fearsome thug dragged him ou