Chapter 2.85

Author p.o.v

Mexico __ 9:20pm.

The warehouse was lit up with neon green light, causing a dim glow over the room. The eerie hue cast shadows on the dusty concrete floor, creating a mysterious atmosphere that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to enter.

The walls were lined with stacked high with boxes and crates of all shapes and sizes. The air was thick with the smell of musty cardboard and old machinery, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the space.

Men sat around waiting for the auction to start, some of seem wealthy in their expensive suits. While few were in causal clothing.

In the corner of the warehouse, a lone figure sat leaning on his seat. Marco, exuded an air of danger that had the other patrons shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Despite his intimidating presence, Marco seemed relaxed as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

This trade is highly confidential, for any one present here the organizers didn't their research