The iron gate of the factory warehouse was opened. Thomas walked into the warehouse alone. About eight muscular men were sitting on the reinforced pipes that were stacked up on both sides, and all of them were holding a sharp dagger. These were the super skilled masters who were specially selected. They were the most excellent group that had been chosen from all of Conley’s subordinates.
Thomas walked in the wide space in the middle, while the muscular men on both sides stared at him with sharp gazes. That kind of feeling was like eagles staring at a little bunny.
If he were an ordinary person, he would be terrified so much that his legs felt weak, and he would fall down on the floor even if he stood still, let alone walk while being stated by these gazes.
Not being afraid of these fierce gazes meant that Thomas was capable to a certain extent.
There was a lift at the end of the warehouse. A man in a suit with a pair of golden-framed glasses was standing on the big platform of the lift.
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