Chapitre 642: Can't blow our cover

Near the bustling nightlife of the underworld in Imperial, all the delinquents from different gangs gathered together as each person indulge themselves with women, alcohol, and drugs. No one bothered to pay any attention to a certain area near the mountains as it had long been forgotten.

However, if they had, they would have realized that the small abandoned area was occupied by three men.

In that area, all that stood in place was a shabby and rundown factory. Half of it had been destroyed to the ground due to its lack of structure since it has been out of business.

Inside the factory, it was dimly lit thanks to the propane lanterns that had been set up on the tables and a few that hung on the wall.

Sitting near an open window, a young man held his chin and stares out to the rain as he would sigh every few seconds.

"Still feeling resentful about earlier?"