235 The Devil's Revenge

I folded my legs and curled up against the wall of the crate. Bai Ye crouched above me. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but at least that made both of us fit snugly into the small space. We had barely settled down when the muffled sound of a few men's voices seeped through the thick wooden planks, along with approaching footsteps.

"We already counted these two days ago," someone complained. "If the boss is so concerned about them, why did he make us leave them here? It wouldn't be the first time that something gets stolen from an ungated alley."

"How would you steal a crate as big as yourself and not get caught?" another man huffed. "They aren't worth much anyway. We just need an updated number for loading the goods tomorrow. Now get to work."

A few more mumbles, and the voices subsided. Footsteps moved away from us towards the end of the alley.