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“No, no… you misunderstood us,” Blair hurriedly explained.
Five minutes later, a frown marred Winsor’s countenance. “You’re saying that it was Ms. Berry who had
you both come here to search for something?”
In response, Tinsor bobbed his head like a bobblehead doll. “Yes, yes. Ashlyn is training us both now,
Winsor! Thus, don’t object anymore.”
He then scratched his head in embarrassment before adding, “Of course, you can also tag along if you
want to.”
Winsor said nothing, but his action spoke volumes.
“Come, let’s go to the fifth floor.”
When the three of them arrived at the fifth floor, they started searching every inch of the place, not
sparing even a single nook or cranny.
Alas, even after they had searched the entire office and turned the place inside out, they still did not
find any useful leads.
“Could it be that everything has really been burned to ashes?” Blair muttered dejectedly.
Winsor shook his head. “The fire was raging back then, so Sienna and Dixon probably had no time to
take anything with them. Let’s continue searching. Furthermore, they didn’t come back after the fire. As
such, the evidence must have either been destroyed or still here. Those are the only two possibilities.”
Hence, the three men continued their search.
Meanwhile, the Bentley and the black cars following behind it had already driven into a dense forest,
heading toward Dixon’s old factory in the northern suburbs.
Somewhere near the factory, the cars came a stop at secluded spots that kept them hidden.
Subsequently, their occupants started sneaking into the forest under the cover of the night.
“Everyone is to obey my orders. Do not reveal your identities,” Lucas instructed in a low voice. Then,
he asked, “Are there any other questions?”
“No.” His subordinates in black looked at him, their faces devoid of emotion.
“Great. Wait on standby.”
The cold wind in the dark night was chilling.
Somewhere in the forest, rustling sounds sounded every so often amidst the shrubs.
Lucas and the others were all traveling on foot, their figures concealed under the shadows of the trees.
Everyone was dressed in black from head to toe.
Right then, Spencer was keeping watch outside the factory. All of a sudden, three figures stepped out
of the forest. They were all dressed in black and wore black hats that covered their faces entirely.
He could only tell from their heights and figures that they were men.
“Who are the lot of you?” The guard at the door warily lifted the spear in his hand.
Strolling over unhurriedly, the three men gave the man the code word before entering the factory.
After the trio had gone in, Spencer saw a familiar figure walking out from the factory.
“Mr. Haddock,” the man in the lead among the trio greeted slowly upon spotting the person who
approached, his low voice sounding even frostier in the dark night.
Dixon’s thin lips turned up a fraction, his tall figure completely illuminated under the dim light. Dressed
all in black, he appeared exceedingly terrifying with a cold and ruthless expression on his face.
“How surprising that you came in person this time, Mr. Wilson.”
“There’s no need to verbalize my name. I don’t want to be discovered on H Nation’s grounds.” Wilson
frowned, the glacial and vicious aura emanating off him comparable to that of Dixon’s.
“It’s a total of thirty people. All the goods you want are here.” Dixon pinned an icy look on the man, a
sharp gleam glinting in his eyes.
“Open the boxes, then. I want to inspect the goods!” Wilson, the head of the Blackhand Mafia,
demanded. The other two men behind him immediately stepped forward to open the boxes.
However, Dixon stopped them from doing so. “Each box contains a cooling device, and their
temperatures are exceedingly low. As such, my men have to open the boxes personally. Please wait a
moment.”
Just after he had finished speaking, a subordinate of his came over. The man removed the specialized
lock and opened one of the boxes.
The instant the box was opened, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
The entire box was blanketed with a thick layer of frost.
Waves after waves of icy vapors burst out interminably.
The man who opened the box inexorably sneezed. Rubbing his nose, he nudged the dark-skinned man
curled up in the box. The latter lay huddled with his eyes closed, a layer of frost blanketing his hair,
nose, clothes, and body.
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