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It took just an hour drive from the quarter to the safe house, as Alan put it. It was actually a safe house designed for Ty and his men. Ty was a semi-professional boxer, who was so carefree and bossy in behavior, but that didn't change him when Jones contracted him. His loyalty preceded him, and Jones valued loyalty above all.

“Come on… You don't give up, hit harder,” Ty urged the two boxers in the boxing ring.

“Who do you suggest to be the winner?” Alan asked as he sat close to Ty.

Ty pointed at the burly guy whose skin was almost blue with tattoos. “He's gonna win as usual.” The other guy sparring in the ring had a clean skin with a pigtail hair.

The sound of leather smacking hard and the cheer-on from other guys echoing in the vast space that early morning woke Holly Minard up. She wasn't sleeping with so much comfort, so any little distraction was a full distraction.

“Hello Minard,” Ty greeted when she walked towards the boxing ring.

“How are feeling?” He asked.

“Uhm… Not bad, j
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