As he spoke, Chen Tianlong slowly walked toward the crowd. At this moment, everyone was terrified. Chen Tianlong's words were ambiguous, leaving them unsure if when he said 'take a nap,' he meant lying down to sleep or never waking up again.
"I, I, I... I'm saying, please have mercy, don't kill us."
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in his forties stepped out of the crowd, then fell to his knees with a thud. Facing Chen Tianlong, he continued to speak: "This cargo was moved from that underground warehouse earlier."
"Oh? That one? What I'm asking is how this cargo got here in the first place. Don't try to fool me; this cargo was in your factory's warehouse. But don't tell me you just boldly walked it through the main entrance."
"Boss, this... the warehouse I'm talking about is the factory's. Below it, there's a passage that leads to the factory, and it's only about a kilometer away. We brought it from there."
