The evening passed by driving through the streets and I made sure before we head back to the hotel, my driver takes me from the same street where I had witnessed the three gangsters being beaten to pulp.
I take notice of Samuel's car following far behind mine and a satisfied small smile appears on my face.
"Miss, this area isn't much safe. I suggest we take another route." My driver exclaims, looking at me through the front mirror of the car.
"I have heard there's an old cheap shop of souvenirs. It isn't much far away from here now."
"If you insist, ma'am." He says, focusing back ahead of the front screen.
Not too far away, I saw the glimpse of the warehouse and a gasp escapes my lips as I now notice the scene folding ahead of it.
