House number forty-seven was where Yvonne was living. Kingsley planned on settling Yvonne’s trouble before finding that Sweoya spy.

“Yes, boss,” Baron answered. “It’s quite near from where we’re at. We’ll be there in five.”

Kingsley hung up and tossed Kenzo out like he was trash. The man wobbled forward like a drunken man and fell forward to the ground. “Holy sh*t!” Kenzo scrambled to get back up, wincing. His whole body felt like it had been crushed. There were so many places he wanted to rub, but he only had two hands.

Some of the smarter lackeys went up to him and pretended to be concerned. “Are you alright, Kenzo?”

“You f*ckwits! You didn’t help me when he got me! It’s too late for concerns!” Kenzo kicked his lackeys. “Trash! All of you!”

said one more word, Kenzo could kill them. Kenzo rubbed his sore shoulders

to see you try. It might not turn out

“We took over this place, so we deserve the rent.” He licked his lips. “And we already told the chief about this. Everyone just has to give us three hundred dollars a month.

mention of rent, and she clenched her fists tightly. “My brother worked really hard for the money. I won’t give even a single cent to

“Why don’t you come with us to Crimson Hall? Sleep with us for a

almost drew blood. She would not stand

a step forward. “Listen to me. Work at Crimson Hall, and I guarantee you can make three to five thousand a month. The customers love

and the girl hid behind Kingsley. Fearfully,

in front of Yvonne, Kenzo pulled his hand back. He laughed drily. “I’m doing this for her own good. She can never find success living in this dingy hut. I’m just showing her a way to get

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