Johnson arrived at the location, a secluded house surrounded by overgrown bushes. He couldn't help but wonder why the mysterious person had chosen this isolated spot, of all places. It seemed crazy to him; if anything went wrong, no one would be able to trace his whereabouts, and he wouldn't be able to call for help. The house appeared abandoned, and the eerie atmosphere sent a shiver down his spine. Johnson’s instincts screamed at him to leave, but his curiosity and need for revenge propelled him forward, into the unknown.Don pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside, calling out into the darkness, "Is anybody here?" The only response was the echo of his own voice off the dusty walls. He yelled again, "Is anybody there?" but the silence was deafening. Just as he turned to leave, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to read the message: "Take off your face mask." Don groaned, wondering if this was some kind of joke. He was meant to reaveal his face instead of

Marcus's heart raced as he heard the footsteps approaching. He tiptoed to the door and peeked outside, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Sandra's father heading towards the room. Panicked, Marcus scanned the space for a place to hide, but there was none.Sandra's father reached the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. His eyes narrowed, knowing someone was inside. He pushed the door open with a swift motion, his anger evident in the creak of the hinges. "Who's here?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the empty office as he spun around, his eyes scanning the space for any sign of the intruder.Marcus held his breath, crouched beneath the desk, and silently prayed that the elderly man wouldn't discover him. He knew he couldn't come up with a convincing excuse for his presence in the office.Meanwhile, Sandra's father settled into the chair, his legs propped up on the desk, and declared, "Whoever you are, you will soon come out. I'm not going anywhere until you reveal your

Johnson sent a message to Don, but he let out a groan, clearly frustrated. He walked to the door and opened it, revealing one of his men standing there. "What did you just say?" Johnson asked, his voice tense."Sir, the police are at the front door," the man replied, his expression grave.Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. "I will have to use the back door," he said, but before he could make a move, his man spoke up again."They've surrounded the whole house, sir," he said, his voice laced with urgency.Johnson's face contorted in anger and desperation. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hair in frustration. He was trapped, and to make matters worse, Don wasn't responding to his messages or calls. He was on his own, with no clear escape route."Sir, we have no time to waste," his man urged, and Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. He made a split-second decision to escape through the visitor's bathroom downstairs. He swiftly put on a black hoodie, covering his face, and grabbed his gun

The police surrounded Johnson, and he held his breath, relaxing his back against the tree, his heart racing with fear. He was sweating despite the cold weather, knowing he was in grave danger. "Search everywhere for him, he must be close by!" one of the police officers yelled, and his men obeyed, shining their torchlights in every nook and cranny. "I can't find anything, sir," one of them said, and the chief police officer cursed, "Fuck, we've missed him!" He turned around, his face red with anger and frustration, and barked, "Let's go, team! Drag the dead body!" He remained frozen, hoping to avoid detection, as the police officers dragged the body away.When he heard the footsteps fade away, he peeked and saw that the police had finally left. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor, feeling defeated and lost. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and no idea who to trust at this point in his life. He pulled out his phone, hoping against hope that Don had sent him

Don shoved his phone back into his pocket, thinking he'd deal with John's message later. For now, he needed to focus on helping Johnson."So, how far do you agree to run for now?" he asked Johnson, who growled, rubbing the back of his neck."Not like I have an option," Johnson said, his voice laced with frustration.Don smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, you won't regret it," he said.Johnson's expression turned serious. "Hopefully, when I have settled, Don, you will have to sneak my father's body for me. I don't trust the Tycoon Lord," he said, his voice low and urgent.Don's eyes widened. "That would be quiet hard," he responded, understanding the gravity of the request.Johnson's eyes pleaded with him. "I know, but you have to do this for me, please, Don. I'm begging you.""Fine, Don said, even though he wasn't sure how he'd manage it. "Thanks, buddy," Johnson said, smiling."I've arranged for some men to help you," Don explained. "You'll need to use the riverine at night to avoid b