“Indeed. Those old men never stop plotting against me. It’s time they


    learn who’s the boss here,” Kenton murmured and stubbed out his


    cigarette in the ashtray.


    In their circle, having the goods on someone could be as valuable as


    any advantage.


    After a short nap, Kenton prepared to leave for home.


    At that moment, a muffled thump echoed in the night, as if something@@novelbin@@


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