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Chapter 728 There’s No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk

The truck driver was fine. When he came out of his truck, he swiped his forehead and tried to flee.

There was an old man riding a bicycle and pulling along a cart of steel bars and a large hammer. Javier grabbed the hammer in passing and went over quietly before he swung the hammer down on the driver’s back.

The driver, who wanted to flee, collapsed on the ground right away, and Javier dragged him off to the side. He swung the hammer up again, aiming for the driver’s head.

“You only have one chance to say the truth. Tell me, who sent you to kill me?”

“I just accidentally…”

With a swoosh, the hammer moved down toward the truck driver, producing fluttering wind.

“It was Freddy! It was Freddy Russo!”

The truck driver yelped in fear as he screwed his eyes shut.

Bang! The hammer landed right next to the driver’s ear and only caused some stray gravel to graze his face. If this had been a blow on his head, he was sure his head would have split apart and blood would have splattered aro
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