Yesterday, Randall Heyman's private distillery had just produced 30 bottles of whiskey, ready for transport to White Bird Village in Newark.
However, these 30 bottles of whiskey were hijacked en route, which made Hubert Lewis extremely angry.
Being responsible for the transportation, Randall Heyman naturally had to accept punishment!
"Give him a good beating, how dare he lose my goods?" As Hubert Lewis looked at Randall Heyman, who was already beaten to a pulp, he still wasn't satisfied. He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table and smashed it fiercely towards Randall Heyman!
Seeing the attitude of Hubert Lewis, his subordinates naturally put even more effort into beating Randall Heyman.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling!
The phone on Hubert Lewis's desk rang, and he picked it up with some impatience, "Who's there!"
"It's me!"
The voice of Graik Miller came from the other end of the line.
