"What's all the commotion?"
The storehouse gate rolled up, and Morgan stepped out.
His eyes widened when he found Yohan standing there, with the four men who had attacked him lying on the ground, their faces bloodied.
"You…" He gritted his teeth angrily.
"Who is it?" Dion called out before slowly walking over, only to be met with the same sight.
His gaze moved from the men on the floor to Yohan, then toward the village.
"Where's my brother?" he asked.
Yohan didn't answer. His attention was focused on everything happening behind them. Several men from the village were loading bags into two trucks.
"What's in those bags?" he asked.
"None of your business," Morgan answered, already stepping forward with his veiny hands clenched into fists.
"Wait."
Dion grabbed him by the arm.
He gave his brother a look before turning his attention back to Yohan.
