"Yes."
The backbone responded promptly, awaiting the person on the other end of the phone to hang up. Then, softly putting down the receiver and turning around, he left with his men.
Only two black-clad men who had been tasked with guarding the warehouse from the start remained standing on either side of the main door, their movements and expressions as still as sculptures.
Yet their eyes were sharp; like eagles, roaming slowly over their surroundings without missing the slightest detail.
As the newly established headquarters of the Black "A" Organization, North Flow City's each and every stronghold was under strict security. The antique warehouses on the outskirts and in the urban area were of core importance.
Firstly, every antique that the Black "A" Organization acquired from North Flow Country would be sent here. It was a significant hub.
