Presumably, Silas had smuggled out countless machines and made a fortune over the years.

Drake pulled out a bank card and said, "There's not much in here, but it's got 300-500 thousand dollars. I'd appreciate it if you guys could help carry all the machines down. Consider this a tip." Everyone was excited to hear that. It was easy money to make.

The leader quickly ordered his men to unload the cargo. Drake handed the card over and glanced at his watch.

Then he looked over at the car parked 100 meters away from the dock.

Inside, Debra rolled down the window but had no intention of stepping in. She was simply enjoying the show.

The men brought down the boxes, emptying the cargo ship.

Drake nodded and said, "Thanks, everyone."

The leader laughed, "No worries. You've already paid us."

smirked, "It's for carrying the

men could react, Kale and his team sprang from their hiding

to flee, but Kale's people had already sealed

Group. I dare you to cross us!" Silas shouted, his

The sight of his face drained the color

workers from the West Factory." Drake snorted, "Silas, the factory manager? How is it you don't even

trembled, his legs giving out. "B-boss, just take orders and run the errands. This has This

me." do

with

my company? You've

swear

shovel from the ground and struck Silas on the head. Blood poured down as he screamed in pain, "Mr. Lowe, have

ground. "Who's your boss? Who sent you? How much have you smuggled under my

head."

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