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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 erupted from

nearly impossible to see. Tires screeched as a car

out of the car window. But at that point, the bullet had already been fired. His body froze in shock, unable to dodge.

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

joy as he quickly got up to wave

The bullet struck him right between the eyes, freezing the smile on his face and

didn’t slow down: it raced forward and hit him directly. With a deafening crash,

Donny down, hiding in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the car. The car windows were heavily tinted, allowing those inside to see out while obscuring the view from

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

the exit.

“Someone killed John.

white

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

John’s side. After confirming he

minutes ago. He had a partner–to be precise,

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

person who took them was usually a quiet security guard, but he was undocumented, and his identity was

a cigarette and taking a deep drag. John

“At least the evidence is safe, and those

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

with us? We got hired through proper interviews and did honest

has problems and just shutting down, throwing us out? Who are we supposed to talk

benefits, the employees became hysterical and nearly

young police was about to step forward to address them, but Bennett held him back and said,

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