In an underground storage room, a group of twelve men in black suits moved the cargos and caged goods into neat arrangements.
"Check the list! Make sure you don't f*ck up the order! Otherwise, the boss will also f*ck you up!" A black-suited man hollered.
"Yes, Brother Dippu!" answered the men in black suits.
The crates were unloaded from the cargo and quickly sorted—based on the order of the auction list.
"That crate is filled with rare mineral. Leave for later. The four of us will combine our strength to move it later," a man in black said.
However, a burly man in black responded with confidence, "We don't need four people. Just leave it to me!"
The group was divided into teams of two to carry the crates, but the burly man quickly took on the heavy crate by himself.
His hands wrapped around the metal crate, and veins protruded on his arms as the burly man entered a horse stance to lift the heavy crate with all his might.
