"I-I understand, boss."
Swallowing hard, he hurriedly lowered his head, cold sweat covering his forehead. "I'll hurry. I'll gather the goods as soon as possible."
The black-robed man gave him two cold looks before finally withdrawing his gaze.
He then turned and left the secret room.
The man in the black mask followed him the entire way, while the other middle-aged man wiped away his cold sweat and hurriedly waved for the subordinates at the door to follow.
Very soon after.
Tap!
His footsteps halted, and the black-robed man stopped without warning.
Turning his head toward the end of the corridor, he stared at the night sky and the moon hanging high outside.
A trace of confusion and surprise suddenly flashed through his eyes.
"Liu Heng... is dead?"
Half an hour later.
Vrooom!!
The engine roared as two thick beams of light tore through the night, illuminating the street.
Within mere seconds, a black Ruiguang sedan with hard, cold lines charged into Factory Street. It braked sharply and swung its tail around, stopping a meter from Lu Chao's side.
Whoosh!!
The gust of wind stirred Lu Chao's hair.
A faint smell of burning drifted into his nose, while two black skid marks appeared on the concrete ground.
"They're here..."
Lu Chao, who had been guarding the alleyway all this time, let out a breath of relief and quickly focused his gaze.
Bang! Bang!
As the two car doors shut in succession, Zhou Qiang, dressed in a black suit, strode out of the vehicle.
"Damn, did you get some bad luck stuck to you or something?"
"Why has something happened again?"
He spoke irritably, clearly still deeply impressed by what had happened last time.
At the same time, Chen Junhao, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and with a cigarette between