C1552 Conspiracy

In a small farm house less than five kilometers away from the industrial park, a few men were smoking in a room on the second floor. All of them looked unhappy.

The fierce-looking Wang Zhenyu frowned and said, “The security guards at that factory are too serious. We can’t even enter the factory, let alone get the goods in the warehouse!”

Hu Yonghua, the short man, nodded and said