On the surface, Red Shark Company appears to be a logistics enterprise, with a sizeable parking lot housing dozens of heavy-duty trucks.
However, anyone with some awareness knows that this company is undoubtedly engaged in illegal activities behind the scenes.
The place is filled with Old Hei, each sporting a fierce look, and any pedestrian who gets too close is loudly reprimanded.
In the dead of night, numerous trucks constantly enter and exit Red Shark Company, and sometimes, one can faintly hear sobbing.
The atmosphere at Red Shark Company is tense now; the number of Old Hei patrolling the entrance has increased from three to six.
Their right hands are constantly hovering over their waists, clearly ready to draw their guns at any moment.
"Hoo!"
Royce exhaled a breath, cursing, "This damn weather is so f*cking cold!"
The short and stout Old Hei beside him shrugged: "Is there any day that's not cold now? On Canglan Star, there's no spring, summer, or autumn, only winter."
