Chapter 363

• Upon seeing the look on Thomas’s face, Tedmond’s brows arched. Just from that expression, he could tell the gang wasn’t just large—it was powerful.
• And getting his phone back wasn’t going to be an easy task.
• Thomas let out a slow breath. “They’re not just some street punks,” he muttered. “They’re part of a syndicate. A real one. Ex-military, most of them. Armed, trained, and completely unafraid of the law. They don’t just rough people up—they erase problems.”