An hour ago.
At the military factory below the canning plant, entrusted aides sent by the Loo Family, under the command of Old Luh, were swiftly transferring the arranged assortment of firearms, ammunition, and nuclear materials out of the facility.
"I thought you had all given up on them," said Master Tie, the head of the military factory, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he looked sideways at Old Luh.
Old Luh replied, "How could we give up? It's just that they're watching us closely outside, so we had to come up with a new route."
Master Tie snorted.
Old Luh's eyes shifted as he said, "Our old master says the wisp of rumors outside is a bit tight right now, so we might not place any orders for a while."
Upon hearing this, Master Tie squinted slightly and asked, "What do you mean, you're saying the Loo Family is done with this business?"
