A black Bugatti slowly ground to a halt outside the yard.

The area was remote, with only a handful of shabby houses in sight. A luxury car was decidedly out of place in such a scene.

The man in the backseat put aside a stack of documents he had been perusing, then changed from his svelte, tailored suit to an old jacket.

Sean twisted around to look at his boss, who had been going through so much trouble traveling back and forth every day. "You used to come here only once or twice a year, Boss," Sean pointed out. "You have villas all over the city. You can just move into in one of them with your wife. Why do you bother going to this dump every single day?"