In the outskirts, over eighty extra workers had joined the Sanchez Corporation's factory project.
With these new additions, the factory's progress was swift.
Working here, they received three meals a day, with dessert after every meal.
This brought tears to the eyes of the group of brawny men—they hadn't had this kind of treatment while working under Forsen all these years.
Drake sat quietly in his car by the entrance, waiting for something.
Suddenly, several buses appeared on the road leading to the factory. From these buses emerged a group of tattooed thugs.
At the forefront was the muscular, bald-headed man—Forsen Sleet!
Seeing his underlings working so diligently in the factory infuriated Forsen.
"Damn it! Did I send you here to work for someone else?!" Forsen roared. "What
