"It's our turn now." Blake muttered under his breath as the devilish grin hugging his lips widened. Stepping out of the protection of the car, he started to walk towards the old warehouse with firm steps only for his men to follow the suite.
Without any commands being shouted at them, the uniformed men got into a formation around Blake as they followed him in with their automated guns pointing ahead of them.
There was a reason behind as to why Blake wasn't worried about getting shot at. He knew that no matter how strong of a backing these people had, they would never have their complete support. No powerful syndicate would want to get it's hands dirty for a mere child trafficking gang. It was a better option to be on good terms with the government.
It was something which he had learnt from his father growing up. He always used to tell him why it was better to stay in the gray area. One could easily play in both the white and black ones.
