92. A Cake Box

Shane stopped his scooter near an empty field where the grass grew tall. The place looks deserted and not very visible from the outside because it is surrounded by abandoned construction buildings. Those buildings were quite large and unfinished, still in the form of pillars with several floors. Traces of vandalism can be seen here and there.

Gulped hard, Shane got off his scooter and walked over to the three men sitting by the drums in the center of the field.

"Hey, you're late!" exclaimed one of them, a man with mohawk hair and a thin build.

Another man, with an ordinary stature and short brown hair, grins. He walked over to Shane putting his hand on the young man's shoulder. "You've brought the money, right?"

Shane nodded stiffly. Cold sweat started to come out. "I've brought it."

"What!? I can't hear you!" The brown-haired man snapped.