The strong odor of oil lingered in the air, and there were vivid stains and pools of it on the floor. It was 4:33 p.m. on the outskirts of the city.
In a dark and empty room that appears to be part of an old and abandoned warehouse, there were two inconspicuous figures dressed in black clothing from head to toe to conceal their identities.
Furthermore, they were using a strange, weird voice too, which was to prevent them from recognizing one another.
One of the men was leaning against a wall, while the other was sitting on an old wooden table, yet both of their attention was extremely focused on their surroundings—in case of an attack from the opposite side.
The second man who was leaning against the wall scoffed at the first man who was sitting on the chair; interrupting his words, he remarked, “You think you can employ any of them? David would literally beat your ass. And Michael? You won't be able to open your mouth to explain your mission before he…”
