Twenty minutes later, Jensen burst into the boxing gym.
The owner cringed in fear, stammering and pointing toward the lounge. "We left her in the lounge, but she was gone when we checked—only a blood trail left…"
A trail of blood stretched from the lounge to the gym entrance, then vanished.
Jensen's heart stopped. "Left her in the lounge?" His voice shook. "What else did you do to her? Show me the surveillance footage!"
Terrified, the owner pulled up the footage.
On screen, Susan was surrounded by brute men, fists hammering her like a storm. She curled into a ball, blood pouring from her mouth, teeth scattered across the mat. The sickening c***k of breaking bones echoed as she went limp in a pool of blood, motionless.
Jensen reached out instinctively, desperate to touch her battered
