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Sam ShelbyShoutout to kinangop2009 for pointing the error in chapter 123 I’m really sorry about that. That was actually an uploading mistake, not intentional. I would never repost an old chapter on purpose, especially not in a way that affects my readers. I understand your frustration, and you have every right to question it. The issue has been corrected, and I’ll be more careful moving forward to prevent something like that from happening again. Thank you for pointing it out.
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Chapter 237: The confession
The room felt silent except for the faint dripping sound of blood hitting the floor.Valentine let out a broken sound.The knife was blunt.That was the worst part.A sharp blade would be quick.This would be slow.Grinding.Tearing.“Please,” Valentine whispered. “Please don’t do this.”Johnny’s eyes didn’t change.“You traffic people,” he said quietly. “You destroy families. You treat human beings like numbers.”He leaned closer.“And you expect mercy?”Valentine’s lips trembled.Johnny wasn’t doing this for pleasure.That was clear.He was doing it because he believed he had to.Because somewhere out there, there were cages.And men who funded them.Valentine’s stomach turned.He suddenly realized something.The knife was blunt on purpose.It wasn’t an accident.Johnny could have taken a sharper blade from the kitchen drawer. There had been options. Cleaner ones. Quieter ones.But he didn’t.A sharp knife ends things quickly.A blunt one lingers.Pain stretches.It breaks rhythm. B
Chapter 136: Pain
“Who do you answer to?”The question stayed in the air between them.Valentine’s breathing was uneven. His leg trembled where the knife was still buried. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and gathered at his jaw before dripping to the floor.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said quickly.Too quickly. “I don’t answer to anyone. I work independently. If you want my client list, that’s impossible. They’re anonymous. That’s how it works.”Johnny didn’t blink.From the outside, he looked calm. Still. Almost bored.Inside, his thoughts were sharp.Independent.No one in that business was independent.Men like Valentine didn’t build networks that large alone. They didn’t get protection that strong alone. They didn’t recover that fast after losing a base unless someone above them allowed it.Valentine wasn’t the disease.He was a symptom.If Johnny cut him out, someone else would take his place within weeks. Maybe days.No.He needed the head.And the man tied to the chair
Chapter 135: Just composure.
He had faced guns.He had ordered executions.He had watched people beg.But this felt different.This was personal.John’s face showed no anger.No rush.Just composure.That scared him more.“But that can wait,” John added casually. “I have some more pressing matters to discuss with you.”Valentine exhaled slowly without realizing he had been holding his breath.Of course.If he wanted him dead, he would have done it already.He would not have dragged him here.“What do you want?” Valentine asked, forcing some strength back into his voice.John spun the blunt knife once in his hand.The motion was almost playful.Then—Without warning—He drove it straight into Valentine’s thigh.The blade tore through fabric first.Then skin.The pain came half a second later.White-hot.Blinding.“AHHHHHHHH!” Valentine screamed.His entire body jerked against the ropes. The chair rocked violently.John didn’t flinch.“I want answers,” he said calmly.His grip remained firm as the dull blade sank d
Chapter 135: Cold air and pain.
The first thing he felt was cold.Then—Water exploded across his face.It was not gentle. Not a splash. Not like rain. It slapped against his skin, ran into his nose, and flooded his mouth.Valentine jerked forward with a choking gasp, coughing as water burned down his throat when he tried to breathe. The chair beneath him scraped against the floor.He blinked hard, and tried to see, but everything was blurred and shaking.His head pounded like something had split inside it.Everything was blurry.His head throbbed.For a few seconds, there was nothing. No memory. No direction.He did not know where he was.Just cold air and pain.The air smelled different. Not perfume. Not polished wood and expensive leather.This place smelled like dust. Like old paint. Like something slightly damp.He tried to focus.The room was small. Narrow. The ceiling low. A single bulb hung overhead, casting a yellow light that made the walls look sickly. The paint was chipped in several places. One corner h
Chapter 134: Valentine pov
Valentine paused at the corner of the hallway.And smiled.It was small. Controlled. Almost lazy.The kind of smile a man gives when he knows he has planted a seed.The applause from the main hall rolled down the corridor in waves. Someone must have finished performing. The sound bounced against the walls and faded into the softer lighting of the restricted wing.He adjusted the cuff of his coat slowly.Margaret’s face lingered in his mind.Confused. Polite. Slightly unsure.Perfect.He did not need her to agree tonight. He did not need her to understand. Curiosity was enough. A business card was enough. People like her always looked things up later. They always asked questions in private.And once curiosity starts, it grows.His men followed a few steps behind him. Silent. Waiting.Valentine kept walking.He did not rush. He never rushed.Valentine Olov did not enjoy leaving his office.Before, he had people for that. Men who moved quietly. Men who understood signals without asking q
Chapter 132: rare presence
Johnny followed.He kept a safe distance, moving silently.As they walked, Johnny noticed how staff members greeted Valentine with small nods. Not warmly. Respectfully.Too respectfully.This was not his first time here.The corridor grew quieter as they moved farther from the main hall. The sound of applause faded behind thick walls.They reached a restricted door marked “Authorized Personnel Only.”One of the suited men swiped a card.The door unlocked.Johnny slipped in right before it closed.Inside, the lighting was softer. Dressing rooms lined the hallway. Voices could be heard faintly from inside some of them—contestants warming up, managers giving last-minute advice.Johnny’s mind raced.Margaret was somewhere here.Valentine slowed his pace.He looked around casually, like he was browsing options in a store.Johnny felt something cold slide down his spine.Valentine stopped in front of a door halfway down the hall.He glanced at the name taped outside.Johnny couldn’t see it
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