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After clashing with enemies like the Dragon Knight Order for hundreds of years, every member of the Samos Family had practically maxed out their skills at making a quick getaway. Packing up valuables, sorting and stacking them, organizing and boxing them, standardizing the containers—it was all done with impressive efficiency.
It wasn't even noon, and more than forty identical green-painted metal trunks had already been sealed and packed.
All the personal belongings in each room had been sorted, either packed into boxes or taken along.
Anything they couldn't take or that would be inconvenient to carry, they simply left behind. They had plenty of money, after all; they could buy new things later—and upgrade while they were at it.
The Samos Family members carried only a few personal belongings. They weren't bulky or heavy; a backpack and, at most, a twenty-four-inch suitcase were all they needed.
With a wave of their hands, the loyal and reliable bodyguards ushered the "bystanders"—Dean Jiang, Wei Lin, Wang Dingyuan, Chen Sheng, and the others—to one side, letting the more than thirty members of the Samos Family go downstairs first.
The family's private plane was already waiting at the airport.
The people would leave first. The standardized metal trunks would follow by other means and arrive at their destination in due course.
For the Samoses, it was nothing more than a bit of pocket change.
China's transportation network was among the best in the world. They could choose any route by land, sea, or air. Butler Lawrence would take care of everything; they didn't need to worry about a thing.
"Mr. John, Mr. Lancelot, Mr. Thomas..."
Pinned against the wall by the bodyguards, Jiang Qingjia called out to them in frustration. He'd once had warm conversations with