Broken antiques, clay sculptures, old coins, and rusty keys?
Renji looked at the random items in the guy's bag and was confused. He couldn't figure out what it all meant.
On the other side, the shady gangster seemed to get his groove back. He sized up Renji's unfamiliar face, also frowning, and then began to question:
"Hold on! Who are you? I've never seen you before!"
"Oh, we're new recruits under Sir. Simon,"
Renji casually replied. Simon was the name of the warehouse supervisor.
Hearing that Renji was just a low-ranking, new member, the man's face darkened. He quickly took back the bag he had shown to Renji, and his attitude completely changed.
"What the hell! You scared the crap out of me! Didn't Simon teach you any manners?"
"What are you planning to do with all this stuff?" Renji ignored the man's curses and asked directly.
