บท 347: A Trained Wolf

A group of more than a dozen people had appeared in a dimly lit underground car park that was filled with black vehicles, all with tinted out windows. As if that alone wasn’t shady enough, each one of them had a large black sports in their hand or strapped on their back, large enough to hold a pair of skis inside.

Of course, these men weren’t just a normal group of enthusiastic ski goers, but the inner circle of the Underdogs. The content of their bags was priceless for any normal salary worker, which was just more of a reason to keep it hidden from public eyes. Right now, these men were following behind Damion, who angrily paced towards the cars.