"Vice president! Something's wrong in there!"
As Inuzuka Jirō wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, one of his men hurried out of the warehouse.
"What's wrong?" Inuzuka Jirō paused. When he went in earlier, he had only glanced at the corpses strewn across the floor and the gruesome mixture of blood and brains. He had hardly noticed any details.
"The warehouse floor looks like it suffered a grenade explosion, but we haven't found any shrapnel in the bodies. That's strange," his subordinate reported respectfully.
"Spare me these trivial details! They're just dead people. Get them disposed of."
"What about the stuff in the vehicles? Did you find it?" Inuzuka Jirō waved a hand, paying little attention to the concrete floor Chen Jue had shattered with one stomp. He was more concerned about the shipment.
It was a batch of special drugs their Matsuba-kai had purchased from the Black Dragon Group at a high price. Their exact effects were unknown; they were the latest high-tech product from the Hong Mou Group's laboratories.
These drugs were currently circulating only in small quantities worldwide. Through its smuggling business and its cooperation with the Hong Mou Group's extreme sports competition, the Black Dragon Group had barely managed to establish a connection.
To obtain this batch of drugs, the Matsuba-kai had paid as much as 100 million yen in shipping fees alone for a single trip.
As for the actual price of the drugs, only their boss, Hei Mo, knew. Even he, the vice president, had been kept in the dark and knew only the broad outlines.
But remembering his boss's furious expression before they set out, Inuzuka Jirō knew this ran very deep.
"There are signs that the back seat of one of the Black Dragon Group's vehicles was forced open.