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Chapter 129 – Kidnapped I
Author: Rex Magnus
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The sharp screech of tires scraping against the tarred road suddenly shattered the silence.

It was so sudden and so jarring that even Glenn, who was usually stoic, couldn’t help but blink and straighten up instinctively.

He raised his head, just in time to see a sleek black minibus grinding to a halt right in front of him, its wheels smoking faintly.

All the windows were tinted black as night, with not even a glimpse of the interior offered.

Glenn’s brows knit subtly at this sight, a faint crease appearing between them as his gaze lingered on the black minibus in front of him.

Something about the whole situation felt… off and a little too dramatic for a simple countryside vehicle stop.

But before he could even begin to form a complete thought around the oddity, the vehicle’s sliding door snapped open with a low metallic clatter.

And following this, three large, broad-shouldered men vaulted out in perfect sync, muscles bulging beneath tight black shirts, and their jaws l
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