CHAPTER 47

Nathan’s expression remained cold and unyielding.

The sight of the fake barman’s suffering was a reminder of the brutality he was capable of, and soon enough those who sent him would feel his wrath!

As the fake barman’s screams became more ragged, Nathan’s resolve began to waver.

The room was filled with the sound of the roaring engines and the fake barman’s pitiful pleas.

Nathan thrn turned to James, who stood by with a grim expression. “James, order the drivers to stop the cars.”

James hesitated, his eyes locked with Nathan’s, before nodding and signaling the drivers to shut off the engines.

The cars came to a halt, their engines dying with a final, echoing roar.

The chains slackened, and the fake barman’s body collapsed to the floor, drenched in sweat and trembling uncontrollably.

Nathan stepped closer, his gaze piercing and filled with a cold, unyielding determination.

The fake barman lay on the floor, gasping for breath, his body wracked with shivers and pain.

Blood trickled d

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