The bar attendant looked at me and wasn't sure he was supposed to tell me whatever it was he wanted to spill.
He let out a weak laugh. "I must say, you are good. Maybe you are even the best fighter I have seen in years. But do you think you can stand against him?"
"If you mean him, you mean Zack, right?" I asked, sipping my whiskey even though it was late.
"Yes. Zack is not just a doctor. He is more than that. Most of the leaders fear him because of what he can do. He makes the likes of you disappear, and he is into human trafficking. Most of the citizens don't know. They see him as a saint, but the locals see him for what he is," the attendant said, brushing the spilled whiskey on the table.
"And no one has ever thought of telling the police?" I asked with my eyebrows arched.
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