Chapter 52 Unfamiliar Surroundings

• The stench of dried blood, dirt and death filled my nostrils immediately we entered into the warehouse. It sent chills down my spine and I involuntarily gripped Alex’s hand tighter.
• There were a few men and woman in the warehouse who bowed curtly as we passed them.
• The men were huge, bulk, even the word gigantic would do no justice to what they looked like. They had tattoos all over, even on some of their faces. They looked really dangerous.