The originally quiet crowd watching the excitement had become somewhat noisy.
Regardless of whether Lance was able to make money elsewhere, at least at the Dock Workers Club, he didn't make a cent!
They couldn't help Lance stop these people from seizing the warehouse, but they could try to intimidate them with their presence.
The number of onlooking dockworkers suddenly increased, and those who were still drinking at the club also ran out, with a large crowd gathering outside the warehouse.
Lukar, who was inside keeping an eye on the inventory, suddenly frowned, the noise from outside growing louder. Just as he was about to ask what had happened, a special agent rushed in.
"Boss, a lot of workers have arrived, I'm afraid things might get out of control."
Lukar stepped out with a frown, he had heard that the dockworkers often drank secretly, but had never really cared about it.
When he went outside, under the lights, the countless heads made him frown involuntarily.
