CHAPTER 152

He wanted to quickly climb up the fence and access the inventory to see if there was something left to salvage. Every second mattered as he calculated in his mind the probability of quenching the fire quickly before it spread to the whole inventory.

But it soon clicked in Alan’s brain that as important as it was for him to quench the fire and salvage a few boxes, it was also very important that he knew who the criminals were working for.

He realized that he didn't even know who they were working for and he would have put a bullet in Zonam’s head if the thought didn’t come across his mind.

Alan’s eyes narrowed with ruthless intimidation as he held Zonam by the shirt with the barrel of the gun pointed directly at Zonam’s head.

“Who do you work for?” Alan asked, his voice cold and intimidating and his eyes were narrowed with a ruthless determination as he made the demand. “Tell me now!”

Zonam, whose skin was a painting of pain and a brutal masterpiece of suffering, had an expression that
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