In the underground garage of the Sunrich Group.
At this moment, several silver vans were parked there. These vans had their curtains drawn, making it impossible to see inside from the outside, and their rear ends were even devoid of license plates.
A flashy young man was sitting in another black business car, and next to him, there was a computer logged into the official forum discussion area.
The upper right corner of the screen featured a cute cartoon avatar.
If Irving were here at this moment, he would immediately recognize that cute cartoon avatar as belonging to the mysterious player selling tracking crystals in the forum.
"Dennis, everything is ready. When do we set off?" A burly man came over and asked.
The young man was Dennis. His gaze fell on the phone call that had just ended, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
