Chapter 206 Sita Organization

• In the southern district, on a desolate patch of land, stood an abandoned, sprawling rubber factory.
• Finnian tailed the off-road vehicle all the way to the area. When he saw it drive into the rubber factory, he played it safe—parking his car in a hidden spot nearly two miles away—then got out and slipped forward on foot toward the factory.
• The factory sat in a wasteland, wild grass shooting up to a person’s height. Hiding was a breeze. Finnian wasn’t worried about being spotted. In no time at all, he pushed through clumps of weeds and closed in near the factory.