A fleet of cars screeched to a halt outside the Elliott Group building—
an entire row of engines roaring like beasts.
Doors flew open.
Dozens upon dozens of young enforcers in black jackets leaped out, falling in behind Joseph Bailey, who stormed toward the entrance with the force of an avalanche.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The thunder of hundreds of synchronized footsteps rolled upward floor by floor.
“Th-they’re here! Hahaha—finally!” Sam Elliott shouted, trembling with excitement. Even with one leg shattered, he propped himself against his desk and tried to look imposing.
“Boy, even if you kneel now, it’s too late! You wanted to act tough? I’ll show you who runs Valor City!”
He didn’t get to finish.
Joseph Bailey marched into the office.
His men filled the corridor behind him—
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