“So, what’s it going to be, Xeno? My bros have their eyes on your store. Besides, you’re the one who messed with my brother’s cousin anyway. Why don’t you just sign the d*mn paperwork already?” said Grover as he entered before pointing at the papers on the table.
Quazzie entered next and he immediately slapped Xeno’s face.
He was lucky that Xeno’s arms had been tied together, otherwise, he would have received a swift punch to the gut!
“Fck off you sons of btches! Have you no balls? Fight me one-to-one like real men, cowards!”
Xeno’s eyes were bloodshot.
This time, it was Grover’s turn to slap him. He was going to make sure that all three of them suffered for putting him in such a situation. Though to get caught, the police would still need evidence! There was no way they’d be able to find such an obscure building, right?
Quazzie himself hadn’t received any explanation on why Grover thought they were in trouble. Thus, he simply shrugged it off before thinking of calling his brothers over to gang up on Xeno.
The angry woman, on the other hand, walked toward Gerald and stared down at him with icy-cold glares. She was going to enjoy beating Gerald up.
Before she could land her first slap, however, one of Grover’s men burst into the room.
“Grover! Quazzie! This is bad, we’re in big trouble!”
The man was in such a panic that he fell after taking a few steps forward.
“Oh god… what is it?” asked Grover as he turned to face his fallen subordinate. He hoped what he was thinking of wasn’t true.
“Armed… police… and several luxury cars… They’ve surrounded the entire god d*mn building!”
Grover knew that it was all over for him. He had been arrested before this. This time, however, he was aware that he was clearly in much hotter water.
Not only had he kidnapped three people, he had also posed as a fake cop. He thought these were nobodies!
Quazzie began panicking as well. He just wanted to teach Xeno a lesson and push him out of the second-hand car market! He didn’t expect so many big shots to be involved!
Shaking his head, Grover rushed to the nearest window to peek out. Surely enough, there was a sea of people surrounding the building.
The headlights outside shone through the initially dark, night sky.
“F*cking! Not many people know about this rotten building! How the hell did they sniff us out so quickly?!”
By this point, Quazzie’s face was probably the palest it had ever been in his entire life.
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