He glanced at them for a few moments before picking one that he knew won't attract much attention while driving... And also one that he could lose without feeling bad about it. "I'll go with this." Scott informed while placing his hand on a black Chevrolet that had dust here and there. "Give me your account details so I can make the transfer." Scott requested, and the man gave him his account details swiftly.Scott completed the transaction and retrieved the key from the man before entering the car. He started the engine and drove off instantly."Thank you, young man. Now because of you my daughter will get to complete her scholarship examination." The man muttered thankfully as Scott drove off. "I will pay you back for your kind deed somehow in the future."Scott drove through the bustling street that was also filled with several cars driving around here and there, and anyone he drove past would turn around and gare at his car in disdain."Just who is driving that piece of junk? Isn

The comrade lowered his gaze and could see the floor filled with petrol. He then shifted his gaze back to Frederick who was still seated in the car and gave him a signal to come over.Frederick pushed the door of his car open and stepped outside before walking towards the comrades standing beside Scott's car."What's the matter?" Frederick whispered."His fuel tank is leaking." The man whispered back."And so? Just do your fucking job and let's get the hell out of here." Fredrick ordered."I feel like something is wrong somewhere. Something doesn't feel right, boss." The comrade remarked."Hurry up and destroy his brake so we can get the hell out of here. While you are at it I'll keep an eye out so we'll know when he's done with his drink and if he's coming." Frederick bellowed before walking towards the window of the bar and took a peek inside.Glancing inside, he saw Scott seated on a small wooden chair a few meters away, and beside him was Felix."What the.." Fredrick mused after g

Scott ducked his head and took the first step on his way down from the private jet. The wind was a bit chilly here in Mexico, and Scott immediately felt the difference between here and Spain. He walked down the stairs before sliding his hands into his pocket as he waited patiently for Felix.Felix also exited the private jet and stood beside him with the big black bag on his back, and another bag held in his right hand. The hotel Scott bought in this way here was located several meters away, so they had to wait for their ride to come pick them up.The duo waited patiently until a black limousine drove towards them and pulled over right in front of them. The door opened and a woman in black suit stepped outside and walked towards them.The woman had shot blond hair that barely touched her shoulder, and a nice body shape that resembled an hourglass. She was clad in a tight black suit and short skirt, and as she made her way towards them, Felix couldn't help but stare at her body lustful

The man on the floor was covered in bruises, bleeding profusely from several parts of his body. He was crying and pleading for mercy, insisting over and over that he had learned his lesson. However, his oppressor showed no sign of stopping. He continued to kick him brutally in the chest and strike him mercilessly with a stick, ignoring every desperate plea.The place was crowded with people, all of whom had their gazes fixed intently on the brutal scene unfolding in front of them. Not a single person moved to help, nor did anyone attempt to plead with the aggressor to stop. They all just stood there, observing the violence while some made joyful noises, clearly enjoying the scene playing out right before their eyes.Scott stood among the crowd, watching as well, his fists clenched tightly and his blood boiling with anger. He wanted to step in and help the man, but memories of the last time he tried to help in a similar situation held him back. The memory of when he helped the lady at

"Scott, they're all too busy receiving their money. No one will even notice us here. I think this is the perfect opportunity," whispered Felix, who was still in the shop with Scott, several meters away from the crowd.Scott's expression darkened as he considered the plan for a few moments. Then, with a determined look, he pulled out his revolver and cocked it. Felix instinctively took several steps back when he saw the gun gleaming in Scott’s hand.Scott held the revolver steady, his gaze fixed intently on Juan Carlos, who was still busy distributing money to the crowd and delivering a speech. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the man, and he slowly raised his gun, finger resting on the trigger, prepared to fire. Just as Scott was about to pull the trigger, he felt a small hand wrap around his right leg.A puzzled expression crossed Scott's face. He looked down to find a little girl, no older than four, clutching his leg. Her wide eyes were filled with tears, and sweat trickled down