Outskirts.

"What did you say!" Leo's voice was laced with a hint of anger as he glared at the steward behind him, coldly saying, "What do you mean our goods are gone, speak clearly!"

The steward trembled as he looked at Leo, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead involuntarily, nervously clenching his hands.

This batch of goods had been safe all along, he didn't know how it suddenly got leaked.

"I suspect there is a traitor among our people, the whereabouts of ...