The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1592

It was only then that they realized their boss had dragged a walking disaster right into their living room.

When Jace popped the trunk and stepped out, the boss's face turned a sickening shade of gray.

He desperately wanted to log back onto the dark web and tell the buyer to shove the contract.

Could he just return the golden goose?

Before the cops could even lay a hand on him, the head of the smuggling ring beat the absolute hell out of him.

Even though they were all cuffed, the ringleader managed to land several brutal kicks on the idiot who brought the police to their doorstep.

The rest of the crew joined in, stomping the life out of him.

Stephen watched the carnage with icy indifference, while his officers stood around, unsure if they should intervene.

Technically, it was a gang dispute.

"Captain, should we break it up?"

If they let this continue, the smuggler might actually get stomped to death in their custody.

"Internal disputes are outside our jurisdiction."

Stephen's voice was devoid of emotion.

Every time he pictured the two officers who nearly died today, he wanted to bury every single one of these traffickers himself.

A beating was nothing. As long as the man was breathing enough to talk in an interrogation room, that was fine by him.

After thoroughly enjoying the brutal affection of his crew, the boss finally saw the error of his ways.

If no one intervened, he was actually going to die!

"Help! Help me! Please, Officers, help me!"

Watching a massive, hardened criminal crying and begging the police for mercy was a truly pathetic sight.

Not a single officer felt an ounce of pity for him.

Because locked inside the basement of this compound were over a dozen terrified young men and women.

These were the "captives" the smugglers had been bragging about.

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