Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 181 Morgan Arrived

Because Morgan frequented the barbecue stall to eat, the stall owner recognized Morgan’s voice.

Denver sneered, “Compensate? In your dreams! Today, I’m determined to get this kid into the police station, to give him a taste of reality… Ahh!”

Emrys picked up another skewer and thrust it into Denver’s palm. Blood gushed out, a sight so shocking it made one’s heart skip a beat!

Chandler sneered, “Yes, this isn’t about compensation!”

The stall owner was helpless, thinking to himself that those two individuals were incredibly audacious. After such a commotion, he feared that his barbecue stall might not be able to continue operating. However, after all, they were trying to help him, so naturally, he couldn’t really blame them for anything.

In no time at all, two police cars came screeching to a halt in front of the barbecue stall. A few imposing officers stepped out, led by none other than the district chief, Morgan.

Upon seeing Morgan, Denver immediately cried out in excitement, “Uncle Morgan, hurry! Please save me! My hand is about to give out!”

When Morgan saw his nephew’s hand still nailed to the table, blood pooling on the floor, his anger surged uncontrollably. He swiftly approached Emrys, police baton in hand, his face dark with fury. “Brat, release my nephew immediately. Are you seeking death?”

as Morgan was about to stand up for his nephew, he suddenly heard a cold snort from the side. “Hmph, you’re a mere district chief.

shot an annoyed glance in that direction, but the very next second, he was nearly scared out of his wits. “T–The governor?

Morgan saw Chandler, he was so

onlookers around, including

be the governor as they didn’t

hard to believe

mind. He rushed up and grabbed Denver, shouting in anger, “D“mn it! You’ve ruined me! If I don’t take

As for Denver and his group,

and walking on the street outside, Chandler was still fuming

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said. “Such a melodramatic incident, and we happened to witness it. To think the nephew of a district chiet dares to

with a smile and said, “It’s not melodramatic. Instead, it’s because you, Mr. York, hold a high position. Thus, what you see during your inspections is only

increasingly so. Often, beneath many a glamorous facade, lurk deeds so despicable they

as he said, “It seems

barbecue was well worth the