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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?

Donny was choking John, a sudden

impossible to see. Tires

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

using the force of the impact to push

face lit up in joy as he quickly got

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

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

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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the gun scanning for them, but thanks to a blind spot,

the exit.

earpiece, speaking calmly and clearly, “Someone killed John.

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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

had already gotten up and walked over to John’s side. After confirming he was dead, she picked up the phone he

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

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

the official seals are gone, and the scene was thoroughly cleaned up. The person who took them

of the company building, he couldn’t resist lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep drag. John was dead, but there was still a bigger fish lurking

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

and saw a crowd of employees. gathered at the company entrance, not moving.

the crowd shouted, “What does John’s crime have to do with us? We

shutting down, throwing us out? Who are we supposed to

with great benefits, the employees became hysterical and nearly clashed

but Bennett held him back and

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