In a warehouse located in the suburbs of Golden Fan City, it belongs to Donghua Group Holding Company.
This place hasn't been used for a long time, but somehow, today, people actually came out of the warehouse, seemingly about to restart operations.
As the local big shot, Meng Ke's eyes instantly lit up, because this warehouse has been unused, their income has been low.
Once the goods start moving, by custom, he should receive a considerable amount of protection money; around here, it's all Meng Ke's territory.
So, he swaggered over with two men.
"Let's go, let them know who's in charge here." Meng Ke imitated the mannerisms of wealthy people, lighting a cheap cigar, followed by two brothers, as if he truly was a figure to be reckoned with.
Of course, the aura he exuded seemed more like a tiger not quite becoming a dog.
"Hey, buddy, where's your boss?" Meng Ke tilted his head with a sneering smile at a Huzhou person walking out of the warehouse.
