Somewhere in the far end of the suburbs, two men were walking down a lane that was covered with thorny bushes.
"When do you think they will transfer the money in our accounts?" one of the hoodlums asked while striding towards the factory where he and his partner had left the man and the woman they had kidnapped and brought the two of them here as per the orders that were given to them.
His partner frowned. "Don't be impatient, Carl. The big boss said that he will transfer the money after he gets the goods. Once that woman is taken away from here by the men of our big boss, we don't have to worry about getting paid. A rich man like him who actually controls such a big underworld gang, do you think that he will shy away from handing over a few million?"
The other man tilted his head and clicked his tongue, "But I still don't understand why Mister Roman didn't let us kill that man. He is not useful at all, is he, John?"