Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 878 - 504

Chapter 878: 504

Logan Jenkins was petrified by that shot from Elijah Hastings, but it also ignited his thirst for revenge.

If I can’t have it, then I’ll blow the whistle, and nobody gets rich!

He had some knowledge about Riley Montgomery’s channels. After all, they were all in the same circle, and when it came to networking, such things could easily be uncovered if investigated.

So he reported Riley Montgomery’s channels, leading to two pieces of wood being inspected. He also received a bounty for his information.

This emboldened Logan Jenkins.

He firmly believed that if Riley had managed to get his hands on two pieces of wood in these few days, then the big boss behind him must have secured even more old mountain sandalwood this time!

Even though the seized sandalwood didn’t net him even one percent of the bounty, Logan Jenkins saw it as a lucrative path to money, didn’t he?

There were still people near Dutt Rivera’s manor; finding out where the wood went was not difficult.

Soon enough, Logan Jenkins found out that a batch of wood had been transported to Bombay.

He also learned that they were still cutting wood in the jungle of the manor.

He originally planned to report when the new batch of wood was being shipped, but seeing them constantly drying out, he couldn’t wait any longer.

With the wood at Dutt’s manor, he was powerless. Even the departments he reported to couldn’t do anything.

The privileges of the Indian nobility and high-caste people were beyond the reach of those departments.

However, it was different with the wood that had already been shipped out.

After finding out where the wood had gone, Logan Jenkins immediately went to Bombay and reported the warehouse.

What he reported was that the warehouse contained a large quantity of high-grade wood destined for China.

And it just so happens that in India, there is a group of people who harbor resentment towards the Chinese. So, this report was immediately taken seriously, and people went to inspect the warehouse.

The warehouse was indeed registered with wood, but the details of the type and quantity were not clear.

However, inspection in India was a matter of just a word.

Seeing such a large warehouse, Logan Jenkins was already counting how much bounty he would receive—such a big warehouse, wouldn’t it be filled with hundreds of logs?

But when the front gate of the warehouse was opened, everyone was stunned to see it completely empty.

The person in charge looked at the vacant warehouse with a livid face before turning to Logan Jenkins and said coldly:

"How do you explain this situation?"

Logan Jenkins now deeply regretted his actions—if only he’d reported anonymously!

At that time, he had clearly checked that the wood had been brought in and never left the warehouse!

How could everything just disappear?

He also wondered if the information had leaked.

But now was not the time to think about all this—as the authorities didn’t find the "illicit" wood, they took Logan Jenkins away immediately.

From a distance, Douglas Cooper witnessed the entire process.

He had been sweating bullets, but seeing that the warehouse was empty, he knew for sure the boss had acted.

As for whether the wood was taken away by car or by boat, that was no longer his concern.

After all, the boss had promised him a piece of the sandalwood.

That was the Indian old mountain sandalwood that was highly prized even in China!

Selling it would net a hefty sum!

Thinking this, and then looking at the escorted away Logan Jenkins, Douglas’s eyes flashed with a sinister gleam.

This man, he cannot be left alive!

This warehouse can no longer be used either!

He rented another warehouse and then reported the situation to Elijah Hastings.

Elijah hadn’t expected that his caution would actually prove useful.

Knowing that Douglas Cooper wouldn’t let Logan Jenkins go, he merely admonished him to be careful before hanging up the phone.

Then Elijah called Sean Knight.

"They inspected our warehouse?" Sean was currently in Europe enjoying guiding services from Cheryl Suweton and wasn’t surprised by the phone call:

"Then let’s switch warehouses. When the ocean fleet returns, we can send the wood over. It’s best to deliver the wood directly to the ship."

Logan Jenkins left the pier almost completely destitute.

All his money had been spent on fines, and on top of that, he still owed a large fine to the pier authorities!

Wandering aimlessly and filled with greater hatred for Riley Montgomery and Elijah Hastings, he knew that without another plan, he might not be able to continue on here.

He didn’t want to return in such a defeated state, but what other options did he have?

As the sky darkened, Logan Jenkins walked to a little inn in the suburbs intending to stay for the night and figure out a plan tomorrow.

A person hurried towards him, brushing past Logan Jenkins. Just as he was about to curse the other for not watching where he was going, he felt a pain in his body, and then his strength deserted him as he collapsed to the ground.

The passerby hurried away without looking back.

Lying on the ground, Logan Jenkins reached out, wanting to cry out for help, but the attacker’s technique was too skilled. He felt his body grow colder and colder, and soon he lost consciousness.

The people around him thought he was just a drunk and paid no heed to him.

It was not until the next day when stray dogs began to drag his body, that someone realized he was dead.

The police came, examined the scene briefly, and then hastily took the body away.

With no one to claim the body and the deceased being a foreigner, the incident was eventually left unresolved.

At that moment, Sean Knight was listening to Lincoln Harrington report an incident that sounded both mysterious and somewhat terrifying.

"I received an email today," said Lincoln:

"It’s from a well-known pharmaceutical company’s laboratory here. They issued an invitation specifically targeting Chinese people—asking us to volunteer to trial some advanced medication."

"Must it be people of Chinese heritage?" Sean was in a hotel suite room watching the news while Cheryl was resting in another room.

"Yes, it must be. It has to be individuals with relatively pure genes, with relatives on both parents’ sides being domestic Chinese." Lincoln’s expression was serious, "Each person gets a few hundred euros as a stipend... I feel there’s something off about this!"