Chapter Thirty Seven
Alister couldn't help but hate this world. He couldn't stop sneezing and as a result, he was kicked out of the station for disrupting the peace, and thus he spent the entire night drinking his annoyance away. As he was finally making his way towards his house, at four in the morning, he was met with a problem. A big one. He was being surrounded by men in black and crowded, or you could say herded, into a dark and dingy alleyway, the kind that those dead bodies were usually found in as the protagonist of the movie is running for their life. Each one of the thugs-looking guys was holding a g*n. He could tell that they were mafia, they were the only ones with the guts to hold a g*n to someone so early in the morning without the worry of being discovered and have the cops called on, but he
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