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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

to see. Tires screeched as a car sped toward

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

small dark figure leaped at him, using the force of the impact

joy as he quickly got up to wave at the car. “Im here!”

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

slow down: it raced forward and hit him directly. With a

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

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to a blind spot, they failed. Eventually, the car moved

the exit.

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

white

reception in the underground garage wasn’t great, and after some static, a voice responded. “Copy that. We’ve sent someone to pursue. Quinlyn, how are you doing? Are you injured? Where exactly are you? The Hill family’s

gotten up and walked over to John’s side. After confirming

He had a partner–to be precise, he had

everyone was taken away by the local police. At

was thoroughly cleaned up. The person who took them was usually a quiet security

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

twinge of sympathy. “At least the evidence is safe, and

turned around and saw a crowd of employees. gathered at the

crowd shouted, “What does John’s crime have to do with

down, throwing us out? Who are we supposed

high–paying jobs with great benefits, the employees became

but Bennett held him back and said, “If you

until three in the afternoon and editing a few photos–is that really fair? Their