Chapter Seventy-One
I stood still beside Jacob. After seeing how intimidating the guards were, I decided it was best to follow whatever he does. “Well what do we have here?” The man in the chair said without turning to face us. I didn't have to see his face to know the sort of evil grin he had on. “Heyy Collector, how have you been? It's been a while hasn't it” Jacob was sweating and fidgeting around. I gave him a stern look. What's wrong with you?” I mouthed to him, he just kept his head forward. I thought the collector was more of a friendly character. “I've been good. You know you're wanted by the society right? Anyone working for them is supposed to turn you in or report when they see you”. I gulped hard, at this point I was wondering why I followed him here. There were a thousand things I could have
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