Chapter 343 Trade Protection Law of Six Street Gang

By evening, Lille arrived at the Aloroy industrial park as scheduled, to collect money and also because he was quite interested in this group of mercenaries.

[Transfer: +40,000 Euros]

[Balance: 50,000 Euros]

[Sergeant: Still impressively professional, wait a moment for me.]

Seated on a folding chair, the sergeant rested his legs on an ammo box, arms crossed over his chest, still in the same black combat gear he'd worn during the day, with blood not yet washed off.

He was clearly very angry.

After making the payment, he spit, and the spittle mixed with the blood on the ground as he continued to stare at the person in front of him.

"You motherfuckers don't know to notify me first? And you're still doing business with him?"

In front of him, five people knelt, tightly bound together, one of whom, in a suit and leather shoes, probably used to hold a position of status.

But now he was covered in dust and grime, half of his face swollen, still bleeding.