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    “You think I’m stupid? The second we show ourselves, you’ll shoot us!” Mitch said, his voice shaking.


    Ethan didn’t flinch. “I always keep my promises. But I have one condition.”


    Mitch was desperate now. “Just say it. We’ll do whatever you want, as long as you let us walk out alive.”


    He could see how hopeless this was. If Ethan’s crew wanted them dead, there would be no escape for them.


    But maybe, if there was a deal to be made, there was still a chance of survival


    Brad, grimacing as he clutched the bullet wound in his arm, muttered, “Mitch, why are we running scared? We’ve got firepower too.”


    Mitch shot him a withering look. “You’re missing the bigger picture, pal. That’s the richest man in the world out there. You really want to lock horns with him?”


    Brad wasn’t convinced. “But Alick’s no lightweight either. What if…”


    Mitch cut him off, exasperated by his naivety. Their gang leader, Alick Dury, was a minnow in the shadow of Ethan’s whale.


    “You’re out of your depth, Brad. Alick is a nobodypared to Mr. Mitchell. Taking him down would be like swatting a fly to Mr. Mitchell.”


    Brad’s face drained of color, haunted by the memory of their fallen friends just now. A chill of dread snaked through him; he had no desire to join the dead. “So, what’s the n now?” he asked.


    “Keep your mouth shut and follow my lead. How are you this dense?” Mitch snapped, raising his voice toward Ethan and hispanions. “Mr. Mitchell, just name your terms. We’re all ears.”


    Sandra, seething as she watched the thugs huddle behind her car like it was their shield, felt her blood boil. She didn’t want to protect them.


    Without a second thought, she floored the gas, tearing away and leaving Mitch and his crew exposed in the open. The goons scrambled in a panic, wanting to dive for cover.


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    Ethan and Brenna shared a wry chuckle at the scene. Ethan’s voice remained calm as a still pond. “Drop your weapons, hands in the air, and step forward.”


    Mitch and Brad froze, torn between tossing their guns—a move that felt like signing their own death warrants—and defying an order that would surely seal their fates.


    Mitch, swallowing hard, took the lead, tossing his gun aside and stepping forward.


    He even patted himself down, flinging a knife to the asphalt to prove his sincerity.


    Ethan and Brenna emerged from behind their cover, Ethan’s expression faintly approving of the thugs’ surrender, though his tone stayed cold.


    “Want to live? Speak the truth. One lie, and you’re done for,” he said.


    Gary and Felix closed in, their barrels locked on the petrified thugs, who didn’t dare twitch.


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