Chapter 193
Author: T.K
last update2024-08-07 14:55:11

The old man’s hands were tightly bound, and he felt them go numb as he was pushed into a large cage. “You promised I’d be free,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I can’t let you go,” Kenji snapped back. “When you mentioned the name Anderson, I realized I had to keep you here. I’m the Mafia boss of this crew.”

“You tricked me,” the old man spat. “Why?”

“Because it benefits me,” Kenji replied, his voice cold. “You could be worth a lot of money. Ready to negotiate?”

The old man swallowed hard, feeling trapped. Ethan had told him he could buy his freedom with money. But the old man was up to something. He was here for a reason, and he wouldn't let it go to waste. “I work for Ethan Anderson. If you think using me to get to him is a good idea, you’re making a mistake. He won’t be easy to deal with.”

Kenji’s face hardened. “That’s not my problem. I’m interested in what you’re worth.”

The old man took a deep breath. “You want money? Fine. But you’ll need to understand that Ethan doesn’t deal
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