Ban'er pushed open the rusty iron gate and gestured for the people behind him to bring in the goods. These were glassware, and although they were filled with cushioning debris, they still needed to be handled carefully.
Everyone was working hard, transporting this expensive wealth. One person's figure was a bit shaky; he had injected Hallucinogen earlier, and the hallucinations affected him, making his steps unsteady. Therefore, Ban'er didn't let him carry any goods, letting him wander around like he was just strolling, following behind a few others.
"You guys go ahead, I need to handle some things."
Ban'er glanced at the guy, then said to the rest of the people. He was the leader, the boss of these people, and they had no choice but to listen.
