Damn!
Damn!
Da Dong kept cursing under his breath.
"Boss, let's go. It's not safe here. What if the cops show up? We'll never be able to clear our names." One of his underlings behind him couldn't help reminding him.
Da Dong snorted coldly. "Take every car that can still move. Load all the bodies into the vehicles and get rid of them when we're back. Clean up the scene too—don't let it lead back to us!"
After saying that, he really had no stomach to look any longer. He went back to the car alone and sat there, fuming.
His losses this time were huge. It wasn't just the three hundred million worth of drugs. A group of his most capable men had died as well. Most importantly, if this shipment didn't arrive on time, he would run out of stock.
He could wait, but those junkies couldn't wait even a day. Once their addiction flared up, they wouldn't care who you were.
Whoever could provide them with drugs would be their real father. But once those outside forces infiltrated the market, it would be easy to invite them in and hard to send them away...
Just thinking about the trouble he would face gave Da Dong a headache. That damn Yan Tze Tak—he absolutely had to kill him!
He had no doubt that Yan Tze Tak was behind this. Those two underlings had survived purely by luck. Otherwise, he would never have found out who had robbed his goods.
"You investigated the source of my drugs. Did you really think I wouldn't know how yours were being traded?"
"Yan Tze Tak, you just wait!"
Da Dong swore silently to himself. He wasn't going to swallow this silent loss. Since Yan Tze Tak still didn't know that he had