The tense atmosphere filled the warehouse as the man surnamed Long stared at Yang Chen, waiting for an answer to his question. Yang Chen didn't shy away and spoke openly in Vietnamese, knowing that only the Vietnamese present would understand. "Find a more secluded corner, and I will explain it to you slowly."
The man's eyes shimmered with anticipation but ultimately nodded, gesturing for Yang Chen to lead the way.
Hearing the conversation shrouded in mystery, Lin Kun couldn't help but anxiously inquire, "Mr. Long, what does this mean? I am the client. What is happening? Why aren't you apprehending them? I paid you money!!"
"Don't bother me!" the man surnamed Long raised his Desert Eagle, and the dark muzzle instantly aimed at Lin Kun's forehead. In a chilling tone, he declared, "We are only hired by you. You don't have the authority to give us orders!"
Lin Kun was frightened and sat on the ground, trembling and too terrified to utter another word.
