Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1002

After the cook disappeared into the shadows, Mira turned to the group. "Do we hit the scam compound next, or head back to the motel?"

"Since we're already out here, we might as well scout it,"

Mr. Whitlock suggested.

Mira checked the time—it was 1:00 AM, the absolute dead of night. Fortunately, the distance was manageable, and with their elite physical conditioning, stamina was a non-issue.

As the team ghosted past an empty intersection, the sounds of a scuffle echoed through the streets. They instinctively halted, melting into the alleyway to observe.

Three local thugs were violently dragging a driver out of his cab. "Leave the keys and walk away, or you die right here,"

one of the carjackers snarled.

"Boss, why are we even talking to him? Just gut him so he doesn't snitch to the cops tomorrow."

While the three thugs casually debated murder, Owen glanced at Whitlock. "We should intervene. Might score us a free ride in the process."

"You want to steal their stolen car?"

"We don't have to steal anything. We save the driver's life, and he owes us a few days of chauffeur duty."

Mr. Whitlock nodded thoughtfully. "Works for me. It's a small effort."

Mira and the others moved in silently. With a flick of the wrist, a cloud of potent sedative dust washed over the three attackers.

The thugs collapsed to the asphalt instantly.

The terrified driver threw his hands up. "Please, spare me! Just let me live, I'll do anything you want!"

"You're absolutely certain you'll do anything?"

Mr. Whitlock asked smoothly.

"Yes! You... you just saved my life. I'll do whatever you ask!"

"Is this your personal vehicle, or a rental?"

Master Ellis asked.

"It's mine."

"What's your line of work?"

"I drive a taxi to make ends meet."

"You have the guts to pick up fares out here in the dead of night?"

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