In a low building not far from the dock, a slender old man looked at the two young men in front of him and asked, "Who is that person?"
"He seems to have some authority at the dock. I don't recall anyone like him at the company or the docks. His appearance has certainly exceeded my understanding."
One of the subordinates whispered, "That man is called Lance, he's a... uh, gang leader."
"Gang leader!" the old man pursed his lips. "I don't like gangsters; they always make things worse or more complicated."
"But sometimes you have to deal with these people."
He paused, "See if there are any friends who know him; perhaps we can use him."
The young man nodded in agreement, "What about the manager?"
The old man slightly frowned, "He still has a day and a half. We gave him three days, so let's stick to the three days."
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked in, who bore some resemblance to the old man.
