Warehouse No. 2 was located in Zaun's industrial district, the place Zaunites least wanted to visit.
The air was thick with pungent, choking stenches, and abandoned industrial waste lay everywhere.
If the people of Piltover and the Chem-Barons had not forced Zaunites into it, none of them would have wanted to work in factories.
Silco stood before a derelict building, his gaze sweeping from side to side, his expression full of nostalgia.
This was where he had built his fortune.
Warehouse No. 2 had been the gift he gave Viktor when Viktor took control of Zaun.
It was also where he had killed Vander that night. He had never expected to return here in the end.
Tap tap tap tap
A disorderly yet dense flurry of footsteps sounded behind him. He turned around and watched a group that looked every bit like street thugs and gangsters approach.
The leader wore a smug expression, a tattered yellow-and-black coat, and a metal jaw. Hair grew on only one side of his head.
"Silco, you came alone?"
The leading Chem-Baron spoke in an odd tone, as though suppressing the delight in his heart.
Silco rolled his mismatched eye and expressionlessly surveyed the group before him, finally focusing his gaze on the Chem-Baron who had spoken.
"Finn, I thought you weren't that stupid."
"Stupid? Sevika is still at the police station entertaining the barons who got arrested. Ever since Viktor arrived, aside from us and Sevika, you've been all alone."
Unrestrained delight showed between Finn's brows. He took out a lighter, flipped it open, lit the flame, and kept fiddling with it in his hand.
Silco ignored him and shifted his gaze to another group that had just arrived. Their leader was a woman with short red hair, followed by several Shimmer Armored Warriors.