A wide room no less than a hundred meters in circumference. Smooth concrete floors and gray-painted walls. The wide ceiling about thirty meters from the ground stood completely transparent.
Sunlight streamed through those panels of glass to illuminate the large insides of the dome-shaped area.
The various machinery present consisted of big black buses, bikes, and vans.
Tristan digested all these details to take a deep breath when his gaze fell on several men standing on the other side of the room.
Their eyes remained on both Leng and him. As such, he knew they were the enforcers here to take him away.
'Men in blue,' Tristan said inwardly, even if their attires consisted of other things.
"I apologize if we took longer than expected," Leng started, the moment they arrived before the group of at least fifteen men, some were within the vans. Those were the drivers.
