Chapter 8:
In the holding cell, the ten worst criminals were brought in.

As rumored, each of them exuded an intimidating presence, and their tattoos of dragons and tigers running along their arms and legs, along with images of swords and daggers, generals on their shoulders and abdomen, made the gang appear dark.

The most menacing of them, a burly leader with a long, rugged beard, spoke.

“This kid here is quite handsome. We should thank Durango for bringing us this enormous gift.” Edgar spoke with a tone of authority.

“Well, what should I do with this ‘adorable’ person? Look at him, so small, the damn asshole is just perfect. Oh! I can’t wait to hear his screams in agony!”

With these vulgar words, the gang leader laughed heartily, and his followers joined in, anticipating their share of the spoils. Little did they know that hell awaited them on the doorstep.

Justin didn’t bother to respond to the crude remarks of the gang.

He raised an eyebrow at their vulgar language but paid no attention
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