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It was better not to chase a desperate enemy, especially one who didn’t care about human life–it was incredibly dangerous. But Donny couldn’t let John get away.

The quick footsteps echoed down the emergency exit. John pushed the emergency door open, gritting his teeth against the sharp pain in his hand as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

As the call connected, John blurted out, “Hey, help me. I’ve been set up. Yeah, at the meetup club. What? How is this my fault? Who could’ve known that little punk-

“Don’t move! If you run again, I’ll shoot!” came a loud shout from behind, cutting off his call.

John instinctively gripped his phone, raised his arms, and slowly turned around. The moment he saw Donny, Donny was already right in front of him.

Bang! John was punched square on the nose and fell to the ground, pain shooting through him. Donny held him down and hammered punches into him.

They had been searched when they entered the club, so there was no way that Donny had brought in any guns. However, in his panic, John didn’t notice.

“Tell me! Was it you who sold my sister?” Donny growled, grabbing John by the collar, his eyes burning with dark fury.

“Dude, who are you talking about? I don’t even know her, John groaned, struggling to speak through the agony. But even if he knew her, he would never let her go alive.

“Nancy! My sister’s name is Nancy. Are you really going to say you don’t know her?” Each time Donny mentioned her name. it felt like his heart was bleeding.

But John’s expression remained blank. He had trafficked so many “goods” that the women had become like cheap cups on a shelf–impossible to remember.

Donny’s eyes turned red with rage, almost murderous. “Damn it! You even forgot her.”

His precious sister was ruined just like that, and to her killer, she wasn’t even worth mentioning. How could Donny not be filled with hatred?

was choking John, a sudden roar erupted from the garage

to see. Tires screeched as a car sped toward them.

barrel of a gun sticking out of the car window. But at that point, the

at him, using the force of the impact to push him to the other

he quickly got up to wave at the car.

rang out. The bullet struck him right between the eyes, freezing the smile on his face and leaving a look of confusion flickering across his

raced forward and hit him directly. With a deafening crash, John lay lifeless in the

on the car. The car windows were heavily tinted, allowing those inside to see out

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scanning for them, but thanks to a blind spot, they failed. Eventually, the car moved on, racing toward

the exit.

clearly, “Someone killed John. License plate 453B, sedan

white

We’ve sent someone to pursue. Quinlyn, how are you doing? Are you

over to John’s side. After confirming he was dead, she

ago. He had

away by the local police. At

person who took them was usually a quiet security guard, but he was

he couldn’t resist lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep drag. John was dead, but

evidence is safe, and

around and saw a crowd of

to do with us? We got hired through proper interviews

company has problems and just shutting down, throwing us out?

great benefits, the employees became hysterical and

young police was about to step forward to address them, but Bennett held him back and said, “If you go, you might end up getting complaints.”

they realize? Earning about nine thousand a month with full benefits, just sleeping until three in the afternoon and editing a few photos–is that