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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?

as Donny was choking John, a sudden roar

headlights flashed blindingly, making it nearly impossible to see. Tires screeched as a car sped toward them.

the car window. But at that point, the bullet had already been

dark figure leaped at him, using the force of

lit up in joy as he quickly got up to wave at the

gunshot rang out. The bullet struck him right between the eyes, freezing

With

car windows were heavily tinted, allowing those inside to see out while obscuring the view

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blind spot, they failed. Eventually, the car

the exit.

activated her earpiece, speaking calmly and clearly, “Someone killed John. License

white

someone to pursue. Quinlyn, how are you doing? Are you injured? Where exactly are

okay. I’m in the garage now.” Quinlyn had already gotten up and walked over to John’s side. After confirming

made just two minutes ago. He had a partner–to be

everyone was taken away by the local police. At John’s company, aside from the regular employees, all the

official seals are gone, and the scene was thoroughly cleaned up. The person who took them was usually a quiet security guard, but he was undocumented, and his identity was fake, Bennett

taking a deep drag. John was dead, but there

least the evidence is safe, and those victims can be rescued later. That’s

him. He turned around and saw a crowd of employees.

do with us?

down, throwing us out? Who are we supposed to talk to? We

jobs with great benefits, the employees became hysterical and nearly clashed

about to step forward to address them, but Bennett held him back and said, “If you go, you might

and editing a few photos–is that really fair? Their