Chapter Fifty: The Chaotic Industrial Park

In the office of Warehouse No. 1, nestled within the old materials factory industrial park on South Street, an elderly, corpulent man reclined on his genuine leather sofa, savoring the massage provided by two young women behind him.

On the coffee table before him lay three or four communicators, seven or eight scattered walkie-talkies, and cigarettes. Three bodyguards in black jackets stood vigil by the windows, their eyes scanning the night.

A wiry, monkey-like man entered.

“Boss, all the warehouses are fully staffed. Patrols are in place—there won’t be any trouble tonight.”

“I’ve already spoken to the heads of the nearby guilds. If anyone causes trouble, they’ll come to our aid immediately.”

“Brother Dao and Brother Min are both ready, stationed in Building No. 3. Though Brother Dao seems bored—I arranged two girls for each of them.”

The wiry man glanced at the nearly sixty-year-old fat man, a shadow flickering in his gaze. He looked again at the girls behind the boss, both barely twenty, and a hint of envy crept in.

Who would have thought, at this stage, the old fat man could still indulge himself so extravagantly? Over the years, he’d made a fortune, most of which had probably been squandered on women. How his body endured it was anyone’s guess.

“Send extra patrols tonight, and pay them more if necessary. Lately, too many people are eyeing me—we can’t afford any incidents tonight or tomorrow.”

“This batch has already been reserved by the Blood Butcher’s people. Once it’s cleared, everything can be shipped out. If all goes well, I’ll give each of you a twenty-thousand yuan red envelope this year.” The fat man sat up, taking several deep drags of his cigarette.

He patted the seat beside him, motioning for the girls to sit. Their eyes betrayed reluctance, but they obediently took their places.

His hands roamed, but fortunately, a call came through, and he answered one of the communicators, allowing the girls a sigh of relief. One seized the moment, excusing herself to the restroom.

Had Yi Shen been present, he would have recognized this girl as one of the seven who shared breakfast in the wonton shop that morning, known as Sister Jade!

Earlier, she wore flamboyant, brightly colored clothes; now, her attire was a schoolgirl uniform with over-knee socks, projecting an innocent air.

In the restroom, she scrubbed her hands and face fiercely, then pulled out a small device with an expression of disgust.

“There are four warehouses here, two—Nos. 2 and 3—hold the most goods and are most heavily guarded. They’ve brought in two high-level explorers from Jingbei Industries and about thirty miscellaneous security guards.”

“Be careful later; during patrol, stick close to Warehouse No. 4. Don’t get greedy—always stay alert, and don’t skimp on potions or scrolls.”

“The fat man seems set on staging a scene to lure the authorities, so coordinate with Ah Sen’s group. Make it quick!”

Sister Jade hastily issued these warnings, then glanced out the restroom window.

Previously, the factory operated round the clock, but lately, for security, only guards remained, and every entrant was scrutinized.

The fat man had prepared extensively, but he never suspected his own ranks would be compromised.

From what Sister Jade knew, at least two factions had their sights set on this place—some hoping for a windfall, others seeking vengeance.

After her message went out, patrols within the industrial park began shifting direction.

They knew tonight would be anything but peaceful, so they chose spots that offered cover from attacks.

As the clock approached nine, darkness enveloped the park. A strange silence prevailed, even the birdsong seemed muted.

Yi Shen stood atop a distant high-rise, surveying the industrial area. He spotted a group of nearly ten shadows approaching from the north, scaling the fence, then vanishing within.

“Boom!”

Around nine-thirty, the first incident erupted—a building came under attack and collapsed, drawing patrols’ attention, though apparently with no casualties.

Over the walkie-talkie, the fat man commanded everyone to hold their positions, not to investigate, as others would handle it.

Faced with an unknown force attacking the park, the fat man immediately notified the authorities. He had anticipated trouble tonight, but when it came, anxiety overwhelmed him, and he retreated to the factory’s underground safe room.

Soon after, another squad of five or six infiltrated the complex.

Localized skirmishes broke out; two warehouses were ablaze, explosions echoing.

“Brother Ah Sen, this way.”

“Warehouse No. 4 holds low-grade materials—look for boxes marked in blue! Stay away from Warehouses Two and Three!”

As insiders and invaders cooperated, boxes were moved out at astonishing speed, some aided by special skills and acceleration.

The combatants, responsible for the intrusion, soon became embroiled in fierce battles, casualties mounting.

The first batch of materials was quickly transported to a nearby small truck. Once filled, the vehicle sped away, while those remaining prepared for a second wave.

With so many involved, they weren’t just after low-level goods—both sides were probing each other’s strength, knowing Warehouses Two and Three were the true prizes.

“Hold the warehouses! We’ll wait them out—reinforcements are on their way!”

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the factory’s defenders, especially the patrols—mostly low-level explorers—were among the first to fall or flee.

Most regrouped at Warehouses Two and Three.

The doors were blasted open with special skills; inside, trucks and sandbags formed a secondary defense line.

The fat man’s lifetime savings rested in these two warehouses—he spared no effort in their protection.

He couldn’t afford top-tier, level fifty or sixty explorers, but two in their forties were within reach.

Yet, the guards were unprepared for what happened next: a mysterious group of black-clad figures emerged inside the warehouse, launching a coordinated attack from both within and without!