CHAPTER 84

Just as Khartoum was pointing the gun at Radcliffe, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, and his awareness was heightened toward a shadow crawling behind a treadmill.

He was sure of what he saw - it wasn't a shadow but a person, Khartoum thought.

“Hey! Hey! There is a b***ard here trying to make a phone call!” Khartoum yelled desperately, his voice was an invitation of urgency.

Khartoum darted quickly towards the figure behind the treadmill and he was right - it was one of the men who came to the gym. His hands were fastened to his phone screen and he was about putting his phone back into his pocket when Khartoum caught him.

Khartoum gritted his teeth with anger and dragged the young man by his hair with a ferocious scrape of hostility before putting him out in the open so that his other gang members could see.

“You think you are wise right?” Torstein asked, his voice tinged with a bombardment of interrogation. “Who the hell did you call?”

Before the young man could catch his breath or
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