Chapter 9

That was when Thomas dragged the driver out of the truck.

"Talk! Who ordered you to do this?!" Thomas asked coldly with murderous intent.

"The brake stopped working… I have no idea…" The driver tried to deny it.

"You have one last chance," Thomas said coldly. He suddenly took a gun out from his waist and pointed it at the driver's head.

The driver was scared out of his mind. He was not a professional assassin and was forced to create this accident because he had no choice.

Thomas had frightened him, and he told them everything.

"It was Mr. Henderson! I owe him a lot of money. He told me to wait here until I received orders to crash my truck into someone and kill them… Even if the target died, it'd only be seen as a traffic accident…" the driver stammered.

"Mr. Henderson? Do you mean Octa Henderson from the south of the city?" Finn walked over and asked coolly.

"Yes, that Mr. Henderson! I was forced into this. I owe Mr. Henderson money, and if I didn't do this, they would've hur