Chapter 1944

Tyrel kicked Gaben to the ground and cursed, "I don't need to hear that from you. Let me tell you, since I'm here in Seechertown, I'll handle this myself. I'll give you three hours. Find me the information about that person. Otherwise, I'll take your life!"

"Yes, of course! Don't worry, Tyrel, I'll make sure it's done."

Gaben hurriedly sent someone to inquire at the auction venue. Eventually, he found out that the person who sat next to Trevor last night was none other than Faron, the son of Orin Cambell, the governor of Kardon Province.

This news startled Gaben. After all, Orin was the governor of Kardon Province, in charge of the entire province. Although Tyrel was a big shot in the underworld, he could not compare to Orin.

Tyrel was originally a contractor at a construction site. Later on, he gained some fame due to a fortunate demolition. He led a group of people under him. Although Tyrel was not the big boss in Kardon Province's underworld, he was still a prominent figure.

If these artifacts were handed over to him for disposal and auctioned off, it would be a win-win situation where everyone could

was Gaben's little plan. However, Tyrel found him before this plan could even begin. After being surprised by the news, under Tyrel's questioning, Gaben had no choice but

person who was street racing with Creaney that night was Orin Cambell's son, Faron. Tyrel, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say or not." Gaben's attitude was humble, with

spit it out, why

said, "Tyrel, Mister Orin Campbell is not someone we can provoke. You and I both know Creaney's personality. This matter may not necessarily be Mister Faron's

lifted him up, glaring and cursing, "Are you suggesting that my son Creaney

his words, Tyrel's confidence waned. The police found Tyrel based on the owner's information about the McLaren, and at the police station, the police explained the situation to Tyrel and asked if he knew

could Tyrel not know

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