CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

ANDREW

“Are the cargos at the warehouse already?” Andrew asked as he went through his phone. He's thrown himself into more work these days, he couldn't allow himself to think about any other thing, just work.

“Yes, but one was stolen.” Tristan voiced and placed his phone on the table, showing Andrew a video.

Over the months since they met, Andrew convinced Tristan to be his business partner, and Tristan of course saw a golden opportunity and jumped on the offer.

"Stolen? Same people?"

Tristan nodded.

Andrew hissed. The new faction that was created was getting on his nerves, they were supposed to be working with him, not against him. The audacity to even steal from him! He needed to do something about them.

“Tell your men to get prepared then.” Andrew ordered.

“It won't be that easy, This time the operation was ordered by one of the triads.”

"Aren't they all dead?”

"No.” Tristan replied and further showed him the picture of the last one standing.

Andrew then remembered Jason's slo