After a loud bang came a heart-wrenching scream from the corner of the club. The sound penetrated the noise of the dance music, making the guest's hairs stand on end from head to toe.
Some people looked in the direction of the sound, but some did not dare to look at all. It was as if they were already used to it.
"I told you to distribute the goods, but you hid them in your own home?!" The blonde-haired young man questioned sternly.
The man with the broken hand was pale. He held his fractured hand tightly as he looked at the young man with a terrified look in his eyes. He tried his best to open his mouth. "Boss, I really didn't hide it. Please believe me..."
