Xue Han had been watching them make fun of each other.
Because the warehouses that had caused problems previously were all business companies, and he was responsible for Shen Zhen's black goods. He always thought that the gangsters should know who the warehouse belonged to, so it was impossible for him to start with this warehouse.
Today, he became a joke himself.
"Brother Xue... there's really nothing left..."
"f**k! It's impossible! Who dares to attack this warehouse?"
Xue Wan pushed the men in front of her away and kicked open the door of the warehouse. The floor of the warehouse was snow white under the spotlight. The warehouse of nearly ten thousand square meters was empty. There was not even a hair on the clean ground—it was even cleaner than the ghost's entering the village.
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