120. THEY'RE HAPPY

"When's the delivery?" Luke Mallory is seen in a room, more like a warehouse because of the many piles of abandoned boxes there.

Cobwebs adorned every corner of the room. The vents were covered in thick dust.

The floor was not tiled, but a layer of sand.

"The delivery will be made this afternoon, Boss. The Blood Moon Chief will deliver it himself," one of his men replied, looking down.

"Good. Our investors have been asking a lot about those kids, who they'll be working as dancers in nightclubs."

Luke Mallory smiled sarcastically. Swinging his legs casually, he took a drag from the cigarette he was about to finish.

"So, did you get any information about Arsenio?"

Suddenly he was talking about the Guan family's young master. Every moment he couldn't sleep, he kept thinking of the thirty-year-old's face, who had killed Leonardo.

"We haven't seen any movement of the Red Dragon or Arsenio. It looks like they are busy developing the game that was destroyed yesterday," said one of his men.