"...Alright."
Chris had no choice but to obediently push the cart. Not that it really mattered—after all, these supplies weren't going to end up in the hands of outsiders anyway...
Meanwhile, Ethan activated his stealth ability and blended into the crowd. With so many people around and all kinds of scents mixing together, no one would be able to detect him.
The entire convoy was massive, easily over a hundred people. Most of them were slaves, but there were also a few dozen core members of the Black Hand Legion, responsible for ensuring the safety of the transaction.
And the strongest among them, of course, was their leader—Damon.
Right now, he was riding at the very front of the convoy on his Harley, leading the way.
As they passed by the underground fight club, he couldn't help but glance over. The place was still dead—no bets being placed, no fights happening. A few Black Hand Legion members had gone in to check things out, only to come back out looking disappointed.
