Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1220 - 620: Just Let You Dislike Me, But Can’t Get Rid of Me

Chapter 1220: Chapter 620: Just Let You Dislike Me, But Can’t Get Rid of Me

When Sean Knight reached the first floor, he noticed that Elijah Hastings’s team members were already down there.

The waiter was lying on the reception desk asleep, and the noise of their descent was so slight that it didn’t wake the local man who had been exhausted by a day’s work.

The climate here was somewhat similar to where Sean Knight came from; even if it was very hot during the daytime, the chill in the air at midnight would still relentlessly creep through the seams of clothing. Sean Knight even noticed the sleeping waiter at the reception drawing his clothes tighter.

Exiting the inn’s courtyard, Sean Knight began assigning missions to several people.

"Lincoln Harrington, take people to secure the entrance to the inn across from us. Later, if our actions outside alert the people inside, it will be up to you to deal with anyone who comes out.

Also, position two people in the backyard to prevent the opposition from realizing what’s going on and escaping through a side window.

The rest of you will focus on moving the boxes.

All actions should start only after I have sedated them all," he instructed.

"Boss, let me take care of the sedation?" Elijah Hastings volunteered to take Sean Knight’s place.

"Forget it, you’re not charming enough to sedate them," Sean Knight quipped coldly. "I have both the drugs and the antidote, and I know best how to use them.

Don’t worry, I will definitely be careful.

Actually, the hardest part is on you guys, we can’t drive later, you’ll have to carry the items out of town.

We also need to avoid making any loud noises and ensure that these items are handled without damage. So get ready now."

Having delegated the tasks, Sean Knight moved quietly towards the upwind side of the pickup truck by the opposite inn.

Although there was a light bulb hanging by the inn’s entrance, its brightness was low, and it was midnight, so the people in the trucks were very sleepy, not noticing Sean Knight’s stealthy approach.

The breeze wasn’t strong, but Sean Knight estimated that if the powder was thrown high enough, it could still cover the two outer pickup trucks.

He took out small packets of medicine powder from his spatial realm, opened one, and sprinkled it toward the outermost pickup, enveloping it in a cloud.

Actually, at this distance, it was quite dangerous. Just one casual glance from anyone in the truck could have easily revealed Sean Knight.

Perhaps due to the cold, the guards at the pickup trucks had moved inside.

They weren’t asleep, and Sean Knight could even hear them quietly chatting in English inside the truck.

"After we get these stolen items out, each one of us should get at least several tens of thousands of dollars, right?"

"You’re thinking too small. Regardless, this is a no-initial-investment business; once the items are out, we will each make several hundred thousand at the very least!

Although here, not many people value these items, once they are out, a lot of people will want them.

Whether it’s the museums or the rich, they’re all willing to pay a large sum to take these artifacts home to adorn their facades."

"The boss mentioned there’s another big business deal, is that true?"

"You sure know a lot, but that deal isn’t an easy one.

The buyers want a batch of items that are currently in China. These items were sent to China for an exhibition a few years ago, and a major museum was supposed to take over the next round of exhibition. But due to the war in the country where the cultural relics originated, the museum broke the contract and plans to wait for the items to be sent back, then spend a little money to have us retrieve the items in the same manner.

What wasn’t anticipated was that museums in different places in China took turns exhibiting these artifacts, so they’re still in China and haven’t been sent back to that country, which has mostly settled its wars now.

So, forget about that deal; just get these goods out, take the money, and enjoy spending it."

"After I get the money, I plan to buy a small house in the rural area, grow some vegetables, raise a few oxen, and live like a cowboy. What about you?"

"Me? Heh, this money isn’t even enough for my yearly expenses! I plan to find a beautiful woman and go to a country I’ve never been to, to travel around properly.

Damn, why am I suddenly feeling so sleepy..."

The medicine powder finally took effect, and the guards in the two nearest pickup trucks fell into a deep sleep, snoring away.

Crouching beside the pickup truck, Sean Knight silently ridiculed them; just as he had said, these people had indeed acquired these items through clever robbery.

After shedding the guilt in his heart, Sean Knight approached the inner trucks and once again released the powder packets.

This time, the effect was much quicker.

In less than 20 minutes, seven or eight guards inside the pickup trucks had all fallen deep asleep.

James Ross gestured to Elijah Hastings and his men to come over and move the goods.

He himself headed into the inn.

Lincoln Harrington and his team had swiftly secured the entrance of the inn.

Sean Knight peered in and saw that the receptionist inside was also asleep, unaware of the unusual activity outside.

He didn’t enter the building but approached a window on the first floor and listened closely.

Apart from the sound of snoring, there was nothing else.

Opening Sky Eye, Sean Knight scanned each room in the inn one by one.

Sure enough, as he had anticipated, in one of the second-floor corner rooms, two white people who hadn’t fallen asleep were speaking English, also chatting.

Using the ledge and eaves of the first floor, Sean Knight climbed up slowly to that room’s window.

Luckily, the window was half-open.

Sean Knight tried to make no noise as he clutched a packet of powder in his hand, but he didn’t open it just yet.