Chapter 395

The air in the warehouse grew colder. And this time, the smile vanished completely from the man’s face as Roman rose, grabbed the folding chair, and swung it straight into his head.

A scream of pain rang out.

It sounded brutal, but no one dared step closer. Not when Roman looked like a predator still unsatisfied with his prey.

“Still not going to talk?”

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“You’re late,” one of the commissioners