At 2 a.m., which should have been the quietest moment of the day, a group of people were working hard in a small town named "Riverside."
Workers in the pharmaceutical factory were placing various hallucinogenic drugs into packaging bags; by early morning tomorrow, they would be sent to entertainment venues everywhere, bringing huge profits to Aleye.
Walking along the dark and lengthy corridors of the pharmaceutical factory, Aleye wasn't sleepy at all; this was the kingdom he had established, and now was the time to let it grow and thrive.
The last room in the pharmaceutical factory was the meeting room, and at the moment, six people were being held there.
Their hands and feet weren't forcibly shackled, seemingly granting them complete freedom. However, the metal collars on their necks prevented them from taking even half a step out of the meeting room's door.
