While waiting, Allen sat in an old wooden chair whose legs creaked as he moved. The warehouse wasn't completely deserted, one would yell at someone else. Some people will go back and forth carrying pallets and some will be the foreman for each arrangement. On top of that, Luken was watching the workers from the second floor, his gaze calm, but concealing a sharp and observant aura. He was seen several times talking to the person beside him.
A guard who came with a tray, said, "Sir, drink this hot tea."
Allen looked at him for a moment nodding.
He didn't think about who the man was, maybe it was the same with the other workers. What Allen didn't realize sooner was that the guy was one of his previous annoying guard buddies. As the guard moved away from Allen, he approached his five comra
