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Fernando End!

"If you are a man, we will fight to the death!" Fernando continued shouting.

"There's no need to fight because you'll die soon!" Richie squeezed Fernando's ankle even harder.

Fernando grinned with an unreadable expression.

"Don't be so confident!" Unbeknownst to Richie, Fernando slyly swung his right leg over and landed on the Italian's waist.

Richie staggered, but fortunately, he was still in control. Both hands clung to the edge of the table.

Fernando quickly picked up the gun that had been thrown. He pointed it at Richie as he ran.

Twice, the sound of hot lead hit the wall as Richie quickly threw himself to the wooden floor. He crawled to hide under the table.

"Shit! Damn it!" Richie cursed as he chased after Fernando as he started to leave the table and head towards the main deck.

Fernando seemed to be approaching the warehouse. His eyes spotted an open boxcar parked in front of the warehouse.

"I need to save some things. Damn it! Richie already killed my men! Shit!" Fernando curs
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