Chapter 164 Heaven’s Wrath, People’s Rage

• On Wessex Road, along the night market strip, that underling finished his call, then stammered at Timothy Lavette, “B-Boss, our president is on his way...”
• Timothy’s face stayed blank as he swept his gaze over them. His voice rang out, steady and deep, “Which of you has taken part in human trafficking?”
• Since he’d run into this, he would never just stand by. He was waiting for that so-called Black Dragon Society president anyway. Might as well use the time to clean out the rot.