The car stopped at a remote cold storage factory, Hua Qingyi followed in his own vehicle and parked behind. He glanced around at the abandoned factory. Under the moonlight, shadows overlapped in the darkness, swaying as they moved forward.
A few burly men blocked them at the entrance, conducting a thorough search like in all those movies, from top to bottom. The weapons uncovered were tossed into a metal barrel, clanging loudly.
Among the three, Hua Qingyi was the safest, so when the big man expressed doubt, he gave him a very foolish smile, following Shao Qinyi into the factory.
Compared to the shadows outside, the factory was blatantly displaying its intentions.
