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Chapter 31:- Retribution
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Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession Chapter 31:- Retribution
A sleek black SUV—more like a heavily armored jeep, was parked in the middle of a forest, its polished surface reflecting the pale light of twilight. Damon leaned casually against it, a thin roll of smoke curling from his hand as he observed the surroundings.Out of the undergrowth, three of his tough-looking men emerged, their steps silent but with purpose. One of them stepped forward and reported, "Boss, we are ready."Damon nodded slowly. "What about the guy who shot my wife?" he asked, his tone measured.The man replied, "We have him chained in the barn, just as you requested."A brief smile flickered across Damon’s face. "Good, good. You guys are free to go. I'll take it from here."They bowed respectfully, then quickly spread out and into another vehicle parked close by. As the SUV’s engine rumbled away in the distance, Damon checked his wristwatch. It read 7:50 PM. He chuckled lightly and stepped away from the jeep, heading deeper into the forest. After about ten minutes of
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