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Ray's car finally arrived at the outskirts of the coast. By now it was around four or five o'clock in the afternoon. The sky was overcast with dark clouds, making the seaside appear gloomy and visibility was low. He opened the car door and stepped out, his leather shoes stepping on the rugged rocks on the coast, gradually approaching the warehouse. This was an abandoned chemical factory warehouse from over a decade ago. It was constructed with corrugated iron and had become dilapidated from the ravages and erosion of the sea breeze. Ray walked step by step and stood in front of the dilapidated gate. He observed his surroundings and saw that there was no one outside, but on the other side of the door, there were at least seven or eight burly men. At least there were people. If there