●Somewhere near the outskirts●
"Who are you guys?"
The man with a scar on half of his face yelled with an anxious expression, looking at the sturdy tall man in front of him who had been watching over them since the evening.
"It should not matter to you anyways,"
The chief gave him a stern cold expression and crossed his arms, as his flinched eyes were darted on the man tied up on the ground.
"You are going to end up dead any soon."
His tone had no leniency in it as the atmosphere within the warehouse became chilly upon the man's words.
The tied up shooter immediately looked around and saw his other nine bikers tied up in a group of three, his horrified expression said it all that he was unable to determine how they all got caught.
