[Few Minutes Earlier]
The underground facility for the Black Distributor had a variety of rooms for different purposes.
DUM!
One for menial tasks and human resources.
DUM!
Another for statistical reports and finance.
DUM!
There were even three other rooms similar in size to the underground warehouse, placed next to each other. These three had either the purpose of storing more product or being the delivery point for all new shipments.
DUM!
But such a heavily equipped facility would later lose its purpose in the next few minutes, because—
CRASH!
—They would all be destroyed.
Crashing through a wall that was several metres thick, the Jungle Lord ended up in an entirely different room; his body covered in dust from the collapsing wall.
Crumble...
He shrugged his shoulders, removing the dust from his body.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
