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Chapter 1041: Ledger

Chapter 1041: Ledger

"We’ve checked the containers. All four of them have arms and drugs hidden in a mountain of bananas. They’re mostly drugs, though," Primo announced as soon as he entered the office — which was also a container designed as an office. "There’s a sighting of a ship making its way in here, just as what he said."

Primo stood several feet from the couch where Hera was idling. Next to her was the tied-up ’middleman’ on the floor, waiting to be sentenced. The middle man slowly shifted his shaky eyes to Hera, who was busy reading the documents she got from the man’s secret compartment.

"How about the fifth container?" Hera snapped her eyes up to Primo. "Did you find it?"

"Fifth container?" Primo furrowed his brows. "This guy only said there’s only four."

Hera glanced at the tied-up man, only to see him nod profusely. "According to his ledger, there are always five containers." She then tossed the notebook on the table in front of her, leaning over until her arms were on her legs. She kept her eyes on the middleman, reaching to him to remove the duct tape over his mouth.

"Where’s the fifth container?" she inquired, her tone almost made Primo jolt even though she wasn’t talking to him. It was just that her voice sounded so intimidating, and her presence was enough to make him forget about her emotional struggles.

"Where is it?" she repeated, stressing each syllable. "Don’t lie again. Or next time, you’ll have to use your own blood to write your answers."

The man who introduced himself as the middleman felt his entire body shudder. "It’s docked on the other side of the port," he confessed with a shaky voice. "It was supposed to be shipped out separately."

"Tch." Primo clicked his tongue in irritation, taking his phone out to make a phone call. "There’s a fifth container on the other side of the port. Confirm its content and stay on standby."

"You motherfucker," he grumbled, storming his way to the middleman and launching a kick on his chest. "You think we won’t find out about the fifth container?!"

"Ugh!" the man landed on his back, grunting at the pain that erupted in his chest. Meanwhile, Hera leisurely leaned back with crossed legs.

"What’s in the fifth container?" Primo interrogated, standing beside the man with his foot on the man’s chest. "Say it now or I’ll crush your ribs until I get the truth out of you."

The middleman whimpered, teeth clenched. He instinctively glanced at Hera, who was not bothering to stop Primo from his threats. He lied to her, and now she wouldn’t care about him.

"You’re not going to talk?" Primo channeled his weight on his foot, pressing on the man’s chest hard. "Do I go for his chest or throat?"

"Throat is better," Hera commented. "Step on it, and you might find it amusing how it breaks so easily."

"People!" the middleman exclaimed in panic, his complexion as white as a sheet. "The Sun Organization entered the drug business just a few years back, but their main source of income was organ trade!"

The man’s already white complexion turned even whiter as he realized he blurted out what else he knew to save himself. "I swear I didn’t do anything. I just ship them out."

"You bastards..." Primo’s eyes burned with murderous intent, clasping his fist until they trembled. "You’re dead."

"No! I —"

"If you ship them out, how do you get them?" Before Primo could throw punches at the middleman, Hera’s query stopped him.

The man’s lips quivered, trying his best to keep a straight mind. If he answered her questions, it might save him.

"Someone else delivers them to me. Once they arrive, I move them all in the container to be shipped out."

"And when was this delivery?"

"Last night!" he exclaimed. "They only get delivered here a day before the shipments. They would die if we kept them all locked up in the container."

"Haha... you mean you can’t afford to break your goods because it’ll be bad for business?" Primo hissed, waiting for Hera’s go signal to give this man a beating.

Primo touched all sorts of crimes in the past except organ trading. He wouldn’t touch what would remind him of his sibling’s tragic fate.

"You know, my father’s favorite hobby is to sabotage such trades in the past?" Hera shared, tapping her fingertips on the book on her lap. "It’s the reason he earned countless enemies. It’s not his business, yet, whenever gets wind of such operations in his territories or to where he is, he gets wild."

"If there’s one he taught me, is that a person only knows how terrifying their deeds are until they wear their victim’s shoes." The subtle smile that turned up on her face sent a chill down the man’s spine. "Fun fact. The Victim’s Shoes fits all sizes."

The man felt his heart dropped to his stomach, grasping the obvious message she was spewing.

Just then, Primo felt his phone vibrate. When he answered the call and heard the report, he snapped his eyes to Hera.

"You were right," he said to Hera, ending the phone call. "There’s a fifth container, and the content is mostly children ages as young as five to thirteen."

Primo ground his teeth, glaring at the middle. "You fucker. You’re dead."

"It’s okay." Hera calmly mused. "You don’t have to waste more energy on him."

"Tch."

"He’ll soon find out how devastating it is to be in that container." A glint flickered across her eyes, staring down at the middleman with murderous intent. "I’m also curious if they can get any useful organ out of you."

The middleman shuddered, lips falling open. His expression blanked, eyes fixed on Hera.

"Hah..." Primo snickered as his eyes fell on the man’s knees, catching fluids drenching his groin and onto the floor. "He peed himself."

"And by the smells of it, I don’t think his kidney would be sold at a good price," she quipped, looking back at Primo. "Get the preparations done. That ship will dock in an hour or two."

"Fine." Just as Primo turned on his heel to execute the order, he stopped when she called once more. Looking back, he furrowed his brows and asked, "What? Is there anything else?"

"According to the ledger, Dimitri sends one of his trusted henchmen to make sure the transaction runs smoothly," she said. "You might meet a familiar face."

Primo’s brows rose as the alarm bells in his head chimed.

Hera paused, jerking her chin mildly. "He’s yours."