Chapter 388: That little?! Give me a 100 at least!

When we reached the entrance, tall platforms made from steel scaffolding were behind the huge gate. Guards armed with M16s were watching from above and piling bodies from below. On the opposite side of the road, varying vehicles were parked outside, seemingly waiting for something and the familiar face I saw was the driver of another 8-wheeler with a broken windshield.

The guy was named Jimmy.

He was good friends with Unc Zardon and it didn't take long for him to peek his head out after honking his horn a few times. Jimmy also owned a shop but it was in a different location, deeper in the Bulacan Area. We used to deliver to his place before but he soon saved up and got a truck of his own.

"HEY~ ZARDS!!! YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING ALIVE HOLY SHIT!!!" Jimmy waved his hat around and my uncle did as well.

We drove closer a bit closer and the other vehicles started running their horns. Our aim was to only talk to the guy but the others thought we were going to cut in the line.